Deku With A Gun Novels & Stories

Dawn has arrived as they prepare for some weapons to take, they dressed up like a warrior. Niffa in her braided tail hair matched her white sweatshirt and black pants as she put on her long dark boots then she grabbed her bow and arrow. “Still stick to that bow and arrow huh,” Rico said as he put on his long dark boots, he had the same outfit as Niffa but he put on his dark cape looking mysterious like before. He pulls the huge toolbox under the desk.

With my eyes still closed, I suddenly heard some faint footsteps replacing the heavy silence of the room. With every second, the footsteps grew louder and louder. Someone was here. My heart started pounding in a flash, who could be here? I gulped the saliva that collected in my mouth and slowly opened my eyes. As I opened my eyes, I saw a man covered in a black mask, wearing a black jacket, a pair of black pants and black boots. The light from the light bulb fell on him, illuminating him and he had a gun pointed to my face with his finger close to the trigger.

The unusual length. The metallic grip. Realization struck him. “The cane…” ⸻ Too late. The Raven calmly twisted the silver handle. Click. The cane separated into two pieces. Hidden inside… A precision rifle unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Lightweight. Custom-built. Nearly silent. He rested it casually against his shoulder. No scope. No hesitation. He fired once. Another De Luca captain fell. ⸻ Lorenzo whispered, “My God…” “He isn’t carrying a cane.” “He carries a rifle disguised as one.”

My Knight in shing armour is here. "Not in my watch," he said before twisting the leg of the man and didn't had a second thought of shooting him. We look at each other and let out a small yet sweet smile. "Let's finish it." In just a snap, we're already back to back shooting each and everyone of those douche bags. "We have to go now!" one of Ezekiel Duke's men. I looked at the man who I admire the most. We nod our head signaling that we have to go.

Inka's Point of View "Is everything ready?" I heard Read asked through his phone I looked outside of our car and saw the cruise ship, a lot of people are arriving and entering the ship already. I took a glanced at Read as he was discussing something to Wayne. I feel like something is going to happen later, they just didn't tell it to me, I can feel it. I ran my fingers at the fabric of my dress, under this at my thighs are a small gun the Read gave me before we went here together with my small knife.

A tall man with brown skin, by looking at him he was sure that he is a good man. "Sss! Don't shout, if you still value your life," the man said while trying to stop Migi from making any noise. Migi trembled when he witnessed the horrible thing that happened. He just covered his mouth and tried to stop crying. He saw Althea eaten by a creature that he could call a monster. Some parts of its body were also severed. But before he could get angry at what he saw, the man took Migi's gaze away from the monster.

Derek exclaimed, chuckling as he toyed with his gun. “I will give you one chance Derek, you wanna end my life so badly? Go for it!”. Lucian said, spreading out his arms. Derek smirks. “Since you are a lycan , an ordinary gun would not kill you so that is why I got you something more special, the silver bullet!”. “Do you really believe a silver bullet would be enough to end me?" Lucian smirked. "I highly doubt that," Derek replied, a cruel smile forming on his lips.

I walk into the room, and the music instantly floods my ears. The lights are low, but there’re party lights? What the actual fuck? I want to laugh until I see the guy strapped up naked with a dagger sticking out of his foot. Wait, toy as in a person? I turn and look at Gunner as his fingers stroke along the daggers. “By toy, I thought you meant like knives and daggers.” Not a fucking person! “I have those toys as well. Pick one.” He points to them. I look at the guy. He is quiet, for some reason?

I can hear nothing else but the ragged sound of his breathing and the call and response of crickets. Then I hear it. The snap of a dey twig. The air stills after that followed by the silent crunch of boots on dried leaves. The king of America is finally onto us. Denver slowly unhangs his backpack, drawing a short blade from it. He grabs another item from the bag, it's a gun. He drops the gun in my palm. "You know how to use this, don't you?" I shake my head vigorously. Where the hell would I have learned how to use a gun? And why didn't he bring someone else along with him for heavens sakes?

Lucas grabs him by the throat, lifting him into the air, flashing his fangs and looking just at terrifying as the wendigo. Three more humans move in, two with guns and another with a crossbow. “Let him go,” one of them orders, and his voice is vaguely familiar. “This gun is loaded with silver bullets with a wooden core. Unless you want to be nothing but goo on the forest floor, you let him go right now, you son of a bitch.” I jump forward, putting my back to Lucas’s and holding up my hands. “Stop,” I say, heart racing. “Put your guns down or I eviscerate you where you stand.”