Demon Slayer Gun Guy Novels & Stories

‘Those are definitely his odenyia,’ Thrakos cut in with a throaty laugh. "Shut the fuck…" I paused, seeing that the merchant was now staring at me as though I had lost my mind. “I'm just going to get going now." I quickly turned to walk back to my cart, but then the soft click of a gun cocking stopped me in my steps. "Drop ze clothings, or I vill be shooting off your ballz!” the man said in a quiet whisper as he placed the barrel of the gun against the back of my head.

As he promised, there would be a flood of tears and blood, no matter the place. He had sworn hell would arrive, and now it had. Blood would flow endlessly until they returned his Empress. He already knew who was responsible, and tonight they would face the demon’s wrath. Dressed in a black suit, his face was the infamous mask of cold detachment, yet beneath it seethed with rage and vengeance. In his left hand, the young man gripped his favorite gun, and beside him stood Hellion, whose face bore the same lifeless expression.

The rumbling came up again, and we swerved around, pointing our guns at any possible place they might appear from. The grumbling got louder, and more demons jumped out from nowhere. Jeremy and Neil took out guns too and fired at the demons, but failed to kill them since the bullet was just a mere bullet made by men. Killian and I managed to get everyone together, then began to shoot at the demons, sending them back to the abyss where they had crept out from. It took a while before we burst them all into gooey slimes. “Now that was crazy,” Jeremy muttered, breathing heavily while cleaning off the slime that splashed on his clothes.

It took everything he had, to say the things he’d said a hundred times to other thugs. Nate came up and joined him, both of their muzzles inches from the human’s face. They were so on the edge of their rage they didn’t hear the guy fumble for his pocket. Suddenly the two of them were shoved to the side and a gunshot exploded in the room. Darrell and Nate leaped up and spun around. Danny held the gun, now the only one of the pack to be in full human form. He’d disarmed and shot the Latin guy in the thigh, and now Volero was screaming on the floor and holding his leg. Danny shot him again. Then he aimed it at the white guy.

Peter glared. Damon pulls Martin's shirt while grabbing his attention. "Do you have anything for me?" Damon made a gesture. "Oh yes, I brought a toy gun. If you grab that gun, then you really look like a detective, Young Master. " Martin said, pulling out the toy gun from his bag. Damon grabs the gun while scanning his outfit. It is totally shining. "Buahaahaa!" Damon laughs devilishly while shooting Martin. "Omg, I’m dead." Martin falls down.

He moves and effortlessly slices and dices people, daggers sticking out of bodies as he jumps around. Each new kill he calls out the number to me and I know I’m behind. I’m losing. I begin moving faster hearing everyone rushing in and guns going off. I work with Gunner and go through, taking down as many people without guns as possible. There are more people than we expected, I watch as a guy grabs a Shuriken that had missed him, he throws it and it hits Gunner. “You fucker!” He roars and leaps for him, standing I laugh as he swears, and screams about promising Emmi no fucker would get hurt. The poor guy has no chance of surviving.

GIN Bang! A shot penetrated the right shoulder of the female demon who was trying to prey on Casey. She bounced all the way to the back wall. "Never touch my girl with your dirty hands, she-devil!" I hissed angrily. "Gin?" Casey called. She looked at me in despair. Casey tried to get up while wiping the tears that were almost dripping from the edge of his coat sleeve. I continued walking past Casey. I approached the demon, who was curled up at the end of the hall while enduring the pain. The bullets I used were specially made to kill shadow creatures. Made from a mixture of silver and titanium.

His appearance seems demonic, as if he is possessed. He then shoots the two guys in the leg. As the crowd comes out of the club, he holds the gun to the 3rd guy's head, “I feel like putting a bullet through your narrow mind.” As he gets angrier, he hits the back of the gun to the guy's head, “that's for punching me,” as he is about to shoot the guy. There stands a girl in front of Joshua, looking at him, “he's not worth it,” her eyes are blue like the ocean on a sunny day, her perfect curves, and her hair is long. She is wearing a leather jacket and black jeans with a skull T-shirt. She takes his hand and moves the gun down gently. Joshua not caring about who this girl is, now gets on his bi

I shouted in triumph, and turned to show Callahan my prize. Judging by the way he reacted, one would think I was trying to give him a live snake to hold. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed incredulously. He even had the nerve to move back when I brought the silver bullet closer to him. “Why? Because I’m a vamp? What could be wrong with that?” I murmured innocently as I inspected my shoulder. The wound was closed now and the blood had stopped as well, but my pristine white shirt was now stained and a little torn. “You are not afraid of blood, are you?” I moved closer and Grayson raised his pretty little gun again. The kazeshini was a pretty standard weapon for hunters, but the si

A dangerous look entered his glowing eyes as he raised the gun, pointing it at them. "This is not just any gun, Alisha," Dante said, his voice smooth and cold. "This gun is coated with very fine sand. And guess where the sand is from. The moon. And I know how you vampires hate light. To imagine what happens when a bullet lands on your heart. Maybe I should try it out." Before anyone could move with vampire speed, Dante turned quickly. He picked up the gun and shot. The gunshot was incredibly loud. The silver bullet tore through the air and hit one of the younger cousins right in the leg.