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.”

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.”

(Stormy) Dwarves are surely a race of craftsmen, even when they were in hard situation they were still thinking about their works. Also she was very confident about her clan expertise, she took off her shield and hammer then set them on the table, she display the simple mechanism of musket attached to it. The work were extraordinary, I can be said that it was a work of art itself, but still it still fall to the concept of Musket operation, the idea itself were ingenious but the executions were tardy. I asked Sasu for his Handgun, it’s a standard Glock 19 9mm bullets, I pulled it opened from the holster and set it on the table.

“No Father wants to find out his daughter danced— in a bar banned for all women by the way— on a table seductively after they return from a run.” “Then yell and get it over with—” A shot rang. Not to the sky but right next to me. I didn’t flinch. Instead, I raised the gun and pointed at his head. “We’ve established my shot is better than yours. Wanna risk it?” He lowered his. “You’re so fucking cocky.” I did the same. “What the fuck do you—?” “I’ll kill Decker if he touches you.” He cut in then shrugged. “To be frank, anyone who touches here on this land will die. That’s fact. I’m not gonna be ashamed about that.”

"But we have a lot of bullets!" "Jake, shut up, she said no for a reason," I heard beside me and saw Alex leaning against a wall, I hated that she was mocking me too, so what I liked shooting, sue me. I gave her the finger and grabbed my soda, handed Jack the beer, and glared at Derek. "You can prevent me from shooting all you want, but the second no Microsecond- that we can shoot, I'm getting my hands on that minigun, Derek."