Death Gun Novels & Stories

It’s plain to see he is as high as a kite. “Yeah, who wants to know?” I take out the Maxim 9 pistol and shoot him between the eyes by the time he finishes his sentence. He dies instantly, his body looking like it folds in on itself. His eyes remain open, staring blankly and the hole between his eyes trickles only a tiny amount of blood. “No one, not anymore, you piece of shit.” As I drive the car to the compound, I turn on the tape deck, and sing along to Julio Inglesias. Once I am done here, I will get my ice cream and decompression sex from my beautiful wife.

If she ran, the Admin would delete her. Ren: Jinx, stop. You're overthinking it. It's a coincidence. Engineers die in lab accidents. Old subs implode. That's why the game uses those ideas—because they are realistic. Jinx: That's too many coincidences, Ren. Jinx: I'm scared. I think... I think we're the bad guys. Ren looked at the "Graveyard of Users" tab on his other screen. Elias Thorne. Gas Leak. In the game, Elias was probably fighting a "Fire Dragon." The metaphor held up.

Griffin forced himself to the gun nearby and made to shoot Diego only to find out there was no bullet there. "You punk," Griffin muttered as he watched Diego take the other gun and point it at him. "Adios," he muttered, shooting straight into Griffin's forehead, ending his life immediately. Diego's hand slowly dropped as his eyes teared up. He still felt like shit for doing this. As Diego drove away, Griffin's mansion blew up... and everything with burnt down.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

No one could live there anymore. Why had she come here so late? Mom quietly pushed the door open and struggled to shove the charred furniture aside. By the time sweat soaked her face, she finally found my memorial photo buried under the wreckage. "Kaia..." She sank onto the floor, clutching my picture as she broke down. I floated right in front of her. Only two steps separated us. But those two steps were the distance between life and death. Mom... If you'd known this was how it'd end, would you still have wanted me to give them a son just so you could call it ten years of good deeds?

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

Gunther smiles cheekily after figuring out my plan. "Yup. Now let's go collect some debts and interest. Though none of our people were killed, we will not leave anyone alive. Emberwing will use his affinity to fire so that they will all die in the inferno." We both stare at each other and let out a hearty laugh before heading out. Damon will not see this coming. How dare they move in one vehicle like fools?

With a heartbroken cry, he hurled the gun away, it clattered across the floor, spinning harmlessly into the shadows. I exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief, my chest loosening for a fleeting second. He hadn't chosen. He couldn't. My brother… The relief shattered like glass under a boot. Damian's expression didn't change, but he nodded once to the rogues. Gunfire erupted… sharp, deafening cracks from modified rifles loaded with silver bullets. Not the tech weapons, but old-school killers, designed to poison wolf blood irreparably.

This instantly cleared Dave mind , “ So she was planning to poison me “ , he whispers to himself . Life became a war for the wedded couple with each planning for another to die first. During dinner Dave cut off the electricity and claimed he didn’t pay for electricity and would pay tomorrow as it was already late . Dave had a plan , a good plan , a smart plan that would definitely not end with him dying first. He placed the final candle on the dinner table and admired his work. Romantic. Elegant. Deadly .