Demon Slayer Gun Guy Novels & Stories

"I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell." Raphael shook his head again, this time wildly. "No. No! Aeshma!" His eyes glowed gold and his bright wings stretched widely in his back. He raised his great sword in front of us, pointing the tip to where my rotten heart hid. Since I am a demon now, I can easily be scarred by his Holy Sword. I felt threatened by the weapon, yes, but just a bit. I hissed at him. For an archangel, he sure does accept the change so fast.

Diego nodded excitedly, "GJ. Do you know what that means?" Shin shrugged, not understanding. "It's the brand name of the manufacturing company. Damn it, how am I supposed to know what it is? You're ... the staff who supplies the weaponry." Diego smiled widely, "GJ. Gardner, James. James Gardner. Your gun was made by James, senior." Shin was silent, seemingly trying to process the information. But after a few seconds he squealed, "Wait a minute! You mean James ... made my gun? He-"

“I will take you wherever I want, I will have a taste of you and I will kill you and send your bones to Dante once I am freaking done.” “You lie!” Dante’s voice filled the air and before the hooded guy could turn, Dante sent a bullet to his hand, causing him to fall to the floor. Just a glimpse of the mess that Elena has already angered Dante to the bone. His heart hand clenched tighter than his jaws, he didn't even get the chance to ask any more questions. The sight of Elena was infuriating him. He pulled the other gun out of his pocket and began firing shots into the guy.

Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss. She moved the gun slightly once more to the right while maintaining the crisscross mark on his head before she squeezed the trigger. A second passed before the man dropped like a log, which prompted his men to instinctively draw out pistols from their inner jackets as they scanned the area for where the bullet came from. Kimberly immediately returned the gun and leather gloves into her suitcase before making her way out of the building through the emerge

Minus the dethrone part. Zane hand slowly went to his waistband and he withdrew the gun. He'd be damned if he let them get away with this shit. Stepping out of the closet, Zane raised his arm. Both Liam and Elara were looking away from him, while the strange guy was facing the door. And that means he saw Zane. His eyes widened in a panic and he opened his mouth, but the only sound reverberated in the room was the gunshot. The guy went down like a sack of potatoes, blood and brain matter splattering on the mattress.

Amy didn’t shout, didn’t give warning, her fingers were already pressing into the trigger before their eyes adjusted BANG. One down neck shot, blood splattering the metal wall like a sick painting. BANG. BANG. Two more — down before they realized the angel of death wore heels. The youngest girl screamed as bullets shredded through the air. Amy ducked low, her body shielding her like instinct. Another man lunged — too slow. She turned, fired, his brains hit the floor first. The last shot rang out as one of the men lifted his hand not in surrender, but hesitation. Amy didn’t gamble with hesitation, the velvet fell from the gun like a promise broken. She stood straight, gun smoking. Her face un

Damon’s nostrils flared as his anger finally exploded and his wolf form came roaring out in the blink of an eye…carrying a savage roar that shook the night air as he attacked. The first man tried to fire his weapon, but Damon was already there, faster than his eyes could follow. He ripped the gun aside just as it discharged, with a bolt of blue energy striking into the wall behind him and leaving a molten scar. Damon was shocked by the outcome, confirming that it wasn't indeed a regular gun, but rather an advanced form of weaponry.

"The next time you come close to my girl or to me, you'll be taken away in a body bag. Do you understand me?" 'My girl,' a tiny voice in my head whispered. He called me his girl. But I barely registered that because HOLY SHIT, DAMON HAS A GUN. The guy instantly dropped the knife, his hands shooting up in surrender. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry!" Damon tucked the gun back into his waistband like this was completely normal. Like he hadn't just threatened to murder someone in the middle of a public street. Like this was a regular Tuesday for him.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

He pointed at his own forehead, his grin twitchy and deranged, enough to make anyone's skin crawl. The gunman's hands shook violently. His voice trembled as well. "What… what do you want?" "So you're an idiot." The boy's smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a chilling coldness. "Fine. Then you die too." The gunman panicked and pulled the trigger. Gunshots rang out in rapid succession, but an ice wall had already formed in front of the boy, blocking every bullet. "Hee-hee." The boy laughed again, like a demon. Three ice spikes shot out, piercing the gunman's wrists and lower abdomen. Blood sprayed everywhere. Unable to hold the gun any longer, the man collapsed to his knees, clutching hi