Detroit Become Human Guns Novels & Stories

In ABUNDANCE. The least shocked of them was Gio, due to his background which had normalized the sight of firearms to him; in fact, he was pleased. If they were going to be defending themselves against his father, Aleksandr Matiç and God knows who else, they were going to need these weapons. Mercedes and Gabi were still stunned, though. Mercedes clung tightly to Gio, frightened at the sight of the guns and the thought that she'd have to hold one in her hands... “So, now, we have the tools... What's the plan?” Gio asked, not willing to waste any more time.

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER SEVEN MARIA PAUL'S POV ********************************* I got home after a long day sorting books, amongst others. The bookshop needed some cleaning and i was ready to the task. I stared at the envelope given to me by miss debbie and to be honest am between crossroads. I dont know what to do or to say, am scared of attending public events but should i let peter control how i function forever? A tear slipped from my eye, my life has been tiring and most times i think of ending it all. But i can't be that selfish, how would my parents heal from the indelible wound i might have caused in their poor weary hearts.

Just silence. I’d give anything to hear her jabs. Night fell like a guillotine. I kept to the alleys, my stolen hoodie pulled low. The city was a warzone—storefronts boarded up, cars flipped and smoldering, graffiti screaming BURN THEM in red spray paint. A group of humans huddled around a barrel fire ahead, passing a bottle and a shotgun between them. “—saw one shift right in front of me,” a man slurred. “Fucking thing looked like my neighbor’s dog, but its eyes—”

She pulled the trigger in a wide arc, bucking against the muzzle climb as she sprayed the narrow hall. Three men dropped instantly to the floor with strangled cries, but the rest kept coming, their murderous intentions unabated. Abeni felt the pistol buck in her grip as she emptied the magazine, the air reeking of cordite and blood. She ducked back behind the pile of fallen bodies, breathing hard as she fumbled to reload. The staccato roar of gunfire echoed through the depot as Dmitry's team breached the outer defenses. He ducked behind a cargo container as bullets pinged off the rusted metal, gritting his teeth in grim determination.

They were equipped and had weapons with them: hockey sticks, baseball bats, and guns. “Peter, my old man, tell me, what civil human beings do after they beg money from the Master for a specific period of time?” The one with brown hair and blue eyes asked, a sadistic grin on his face as he twirled the gun, successfully scaring the poor man and me.

Anna's POV. “Yes!” That was the last word I said, before my door came crashing down. Three masked men burst into my house. They all held guns—glock 17 to be precise; light, too light it almost felt like you were holding air. Polymer frame, but the barrel and slide? Pure steel. Fifteen rounds of 9mm in the magazine—standard, reliable, efficient and favored by most gang members. Father made sure I recognized every gun from a young age.

He smirks, leaning down, brushing his lips over mine. “I love you,” I whisper. “And I you.” And that’s when I hear it—the sharp metallic clink of a gun. Not one of ours. It’s different. Deadly. His eyes meet mine. Time slows. It’s the moment we feared. The one we were waiting for. I nod. Turn. Grasp his hand in mine, ready to face whatever fate this is—together—for our pack, for our children, for our future. The human pulls the trigger. I smile at him, thankful that when I wake up… this mess might finally be over.

Bang! The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed through the empty warehouse. Dennis clutched his hands, his grip loosening as the gun he once held fell to the cold concrete floor. His wide eyes darted around, trying to make sense of what had just happened. For a moment, everything seemed to stand still.

I don't care whether his ass is broken or not, he should never have crossed my path again when I gave him a chance to survive this dirty game. “Wolves are approaching. Mhnm… he still has some hidden resources to hire super-humans to intimidate me. Set a silver bullet, 4 wolves, 2 humans. Kill off all 4 wolves and one human, and let the last guy send back my message to his boss.” “All approaching from 3:00 direction.” Edward nodded, his special gun trained on the incoming threats. “Got it, Alpha.” The sound of gunfire filled the air, our bullets flying swift and true. The wolves fell first, their bodies crumpling to the ground. Then, the humans followed, their screams echoing through the nigh

Ansel says nothing, but nods his head grimly. I run to the car, and open the hatchback. "Cover me." I order. I open my weapons bag, then Micheal's, then Peter's. I take all of the throwing knives, and throwing stars and place them on the roof of the car. Then I take the six guns, I check the, one at a time, those loaded with deadmans blood I throw to the guys, the other I switch the bullets out for the ones we need. Once the guys each have 2 guns, I fill the 4 extra magazines with deadmans blood, and place them on the roof of the car also.