Ava Gun Of Fire Novels & Stories

a voice shouted, and bullets erupted, muzzle flashes lighting the night. I dove behind a crate, my men returning fire, Vinny’s rifle barking, Carlo’s shots precise, bodies dropping as Salazar’s men screamed, blood spraying the pier. I moved, my Glock blazing, taking out a man with a headshot, his body crumpling, another with a chest wound, his gasp wet as he fell. The dock was chaos, gunfire deafening, my men cutting through, their training unmatched.

“You’ve got this!” Taking a deep breath, I steadied my hand on the grip of the gun. I aimed carefully, blocking out the chaos around me. The sound of bullets whizzing by only fueled my determination. I could do this; I had to do this. With a sharp exhale, I squeezed the trigger. The gun fired with a loud bang, and I felt the recoil jolt through my arm. I watched as my bullet struck true, hitting one of the rear tires with a satisfying pop. The van lurched violently, swerving as the driver fought to regain control.

yet somehow not alive. Richards screamed. He fell over backwards, scrambling away from the bonfire, and got up screaming. Tearing his gaze from the awful sight, he ran for the barn, came racing back out an instant later like a man ablaze himself, carrying Cal Aubel’s trusty Weatherby .30-06 rifle with him. He ratcheted the bolt lever and stumbled to one knee, taking aim, his teeth clamped. Another scream bubbled inside him, trying to overflow; the sound he made was not unlike a hot tea kettle close to the boil. Then he fired.

A gasp almost escaped Aurora’s lips. A gun!!!! Westin raised that gun aiming at Damien and pulled the trigger without hesitation— BANG! Gunfire echoed in the peaceful vineyard. Red drops splashed over the ground.

"Really? So, they are your brothers and this is why you want to sell us out. How thoughtful of you, Vishkoff?" Seeing that the General Commander, Gal has set her self free, she quietly picked up a shotgun and I gave her a sign as we started firing in sync and looking for shelter to dodge their bullets. The General is a badass, I never knew she was that good, I had to give her some credits, taking out so many people in the space of five minutes with just a shotgun. Well, never underestimate the powers of a shotgun. I got hit on my shoulder and I cried out in pains, it stung so badly I thought I lost my hand. It was the first time having a bullet go through my body.

Drivers got into their vehicles and starts the ignition while some stood on the roof holding the Gatling Guns ready to open fire. "Hold!" Sambora screamed raising her fist up. Fog began to emerge slowly from the camp toward them thereby reducing visibility in the camp. "Hold!" Sambora roared again still but her fist up. A human figure stood in the mist and she grinned wickedly. "Fire!" She roared. They all opened fire at the figure but it had no effect no effect the six inch bullets from the gattling guns. They were all shocked but keep shooting until the gattling gun jammed refusing to work.

But really painful, that you're going to get wasted high up in the mountains of Cuba… now you know how it feels to be hunted… even though you never hunted people personally…" he stuck his nose into the air with a satisfying inhale. "You know, Christ died for our sins… maybe you could do the same now for your men. Die for their sins Logan" he dropped the gun to his side. Logan looked over his shoulders, and at the sides, there was no way of escape. Twain brought out another gun, sliding the browning pistol into his holder. "But I'm more than that…" he cocked his Glock .45 Caliber G.A.P which ensured automatic shots of about 10 rounds that could be shot continuously with one trigger.

I stared at the gun in my hands and tried to recollect how to use it in the first place. When I felt like I was confident enough, I pulled the trigger and it went off, it was a flimsy attempt in their direction but it was enough for my adrenalin to go up a notch and to fire my first bullet in the right precision, at their feet. I aligned the gun under the car I had hit behind and pulled the trigger I heard someone growl almost immediately and a small smile played on my lips, one thing was definitely sure, I would not go down without a fight

“Then she can't either.” Her finger trembled on the trigger. “You are mine.” Her eyes were wild. “Only mine.” Louis slowly stood up. “Give me the gun.” His voice carried a quiet threat. Siana laughed weakly. “I love you so much.” Her eyes looked empty. “And you don't care at all. Her breathing became uneven. “Fine.” She smiled strangely. “Then I will take you with me.” Her finger started pulling the trigger. “I can't live without you.” Tears streamed down her face.

(On my mark. Stephanos pressed himself into a seam of rock where the gallery doglegged. Through a handspan of space he saw only fragments—the plane of the gunner’s jaw; the slick cylinder of the barrel; the wet mouth of the tunnel downrange. He put his knuckles into his mouth until he tasted iron. The generator note deepened. Somewhere, a relay clicked like a priest closing a book. “Feuer.” (Fire.) The APG spoke.