Demon Slayer Gun Guy Novels & Stories

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

Any minute now, a horde of demons would burst out of the elevator and drag us back to the dungeons. “Stand behind me,” Griff stepped forward, his broad body a barrier between whatever would emerge from that infernal contraption and me. “No.” I stood at his side. “We face this together. It’s our only chance.” The elevator rose at a torturously slow pace, considering how fast it could move. It was almost as though the person riding it wanted to draw out our panic. Griff reached into the pocket of his tuxedo and extracted a gun. “Take this.” He pressed it into my hand. “I don’t know what iron bullets will do to a demon, but it will bloody well hurt.”

"What are you doing here?!" The stranger spun around, pointing a raised arrow at him. Sebastian saw red as the demon within nearly smashed right through the cage. Vincent Shaw! Vincent's eyes widened briefly at the sight of his demonic form. Then he gave an evil smirk. "So the rumors are true." Sebastian eyed the arrow before him with barely contained rage. He could smell demon blood on the wolf and knew the bastard had killed his guards. Shaking with fury he stalked around the other man, assessing him.

In his opinion, it was impossible for a human being to catch a bullet that carried one hundred thousand volts of electricity with bare hands. He wondered whether the man in front of him was a god or a demon. Blood Wolf's hands and feet went stiff. He felt that his hair stood on end and that a chill ran up along his spine. As a mercenary, he killed countless people and led a cruel life. He thought it was no exaggeration to call him a god of killing and his murderous aura could scare away even gods and ghosts. However, at this moment, he was frightened. That was because when he received the Pulse Thunder Gun, the person who gave him the gun told him confidently that no one in the world could s

"O-one call please" Then, another gunshot. A single, deafening crack. My brain went blank as my phone slipped from my trembling fingers, hitting the ground with a dull thud. My breath hitched, and my entire body froze as a deafening silence settled around me. I turned slowly, dread twisting like a knife in my gut. And then I saw him. The demon standing over my friends' dead bodies. The gun was still in his hand, his grip loose, casual, like he hadn't just ripped two lives away in minutes. Like he hadn't just shattered my entire world.

“Oh shit, he was the antidote, so I asked for his help. He was here, just here. Damn it. that asshole, made a fool of us.” Ray went on his elbows and checked his arm, it looked throbbing red and all swollen, “Not fool really, I mean, I am alive.” I nodded and looked Cherry, before informing Ray what I knew about our enemy, “Yeah! You know his name is Gun. Do you know someone with that name?” “Are you shitting me?” Ray growled looking disgusted. I shook my head and frowned, “What? No, his name is really gun! He told me. apparently, he is into slavery or something because he said he named this himself.”

“Some mate you’re trying to be.” Ares lunged but before impact, a lazy clap cut through the tension. “Well, well,” a familiar amused voice drawled from the alley’s entrance, “isn’t this adorable?” Gunner strolled from the shadows like he owned the night. Dark jacket slung over his shoulder, smirk carved across his sharp jaw, eyes glinting with wicked delight. He looked like violence wrapped in laughter. “You two are a riot.” He tilted his head mockingly. “One idiot tries to force a bond, the other plays the hero. Both tripping over your dicks for a girl who clearly wants nothing to do with your caveman crap.”

He bellowed at no one in particular but Andrew didn't also agree to come out until it's time for him to strike him. As he walked around, he could still feel the moment of the person and decided to perform a spell which could reveal the person to him immediately. On knowing what he was planning to do, Andrew rush over to him immediately about to stab him with a knife when he Saw the person and quickly Rush after them. "so it's you Andrew! Why do you keep coming back knowing fully well that you can't beat me? Damon questions him as Andrew rolled at him. "even though it's might take forever to fight you, Always fear my return Because I know that I will give you mark". Andrew brought out a silve

"We aren't a threat anymore, Mila. Look around. The Reapers are barely keeping the lights on. Richard considers us neutralized collateral damage. He got his son back; he doesn't care about the ashes left behind.” Before I could say another word, the heavy wooden door to the office violently swung open, entirely crashing against the plaster wall. "Justin, I swear to God, if Silas doesn't shut his mouth I'm going to wire his jaw—" The booming, thunderous voice cut off instantly. I turned around. Gunner was standing in the doorway. He looked even more massive than I remembered, his leather cut stretched tight across his broad chest, his arms completely covered in the dark, faded ink of the Reap

Luka said and opened the map of the headquarters again with my 3D projector on my wrist. "Underground team, need an update." I said. "We're going smoothly from 4 directions." Edmund said. Suddenly Damien came to me and he saw the gun that father gave me. "This gun.. is powerful, Dean. It can easily go through 5 people with one bullet." Damien said as he grabbed it. "It has a locked in target and even though the target manage to dodge.. the bullets act like a boomerang." He said as he pointed at where I could lock the target.