Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

Now that he and Christian had come up with a device that allowed team members to talk to each other at almost any time, running such a large area was much easier. Likewise, Christian and Jamie had worked to develop two guns that shot special bullets made of silver, which gave them many more options when it came to fighting Vampires at a distance. The Vampires had been the first to try weapons, and when it became clear a Vampire could shoot a Hunter and kill him, the Hunters and Guardians realized they needed to be able to fight back with long-range weaponry. These specially designed revolvers allowed them to do just that.

Chapter 75 Rhea's POV I had thought that Mercy was exaggerating when she said that there was an armory here. But right this moment, I was staring at a freaking armory fit for a king. Rows of swords, bows, daggers, whips, clubs, and spears were neatly arranged in the enormous room. My eyes widened when I saw that one side of the room was completely filled with guns ranging from simple pistols to shotguns. Was he hoarding the entire supply of weapons for the war? He was not a dragon, right? But dragons hoarded treasures, not weapons!

I’m so lost in my fantasy of things that are less likely to happen than a blizzard in summer that I don’t notice my broken window until I’m sitting on the couch. There’s a rock the size of a golf ball in the middle of the house, probably thrown from a short distance. My first instinct is to grab the gun resting underneath the pillow I don’t use, but the spot is empty. My heart races. The window is meshed; only a kitten could pass through, but I don’t think felines are capable of wielding guns. No. Someone sneaked into my house and stole my gun. The broken window is a warning, and I know exactly who it is from. This is why I have to say yes to Rhys’s insane proposition.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

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His eyes flare fervently, “Don’t test my patience otherwise you won’t get the opportunity to play with your toys.” Lifting my hands up, “Fine, fine. I surrender.” Mainly because I wanted to marvel the weapons here. “Good girl.” Heat flourishes to my cheeks whenever he calls me that. I shouldn’t like being praised by him, but I do. Clearing my throat and scanning the room, white tiled walls and black tiled floors, the familiar scent of gunpowder tickling my nose with glee. All four walls were filled with different types of weapons; rifles, pistols, shotguns, revolvers, semi-automatics – the list was endless. Metal desks lay beneath the rakes, some filled with bullets made of liquid crystals a

My heart raced as I instinctively reached for the guns under my hoodie, the cool metal offering a small comfort. The ferals surged forward, their fangs bared, and I pulled the triggers of my guns. The shots rang out like thunder in the dark, moonlit night. The battle had begun, and I was caught in the midst of it. The roar of gunfire erupted from all around me as my companions emerged from their hiding places to join the fray. But I could see it in their eyes; they, too, doubted our ability to subdue these ferocious creatures. We needed more hunters reinforcements that we didn't have.

Though its bright colors hardly helped with stealth, Ves thought that it might help obscure the Fantasia and its vulnerable wings if placed on the rear just underneath the Astoria. Once he had integrated all of these components, he set the Fantasia's default weaponry to be a bog-standard combat knife and the new Harconix Light DMR. Not quite a sniper rifle nor a standard assault rifle, the Harconix nevertheless offered precision at a generous firing rate. The rifle's hefty power requirements necessitated a power coupling with the mech, meaning that if the Fantasia dropped the DMR, it couldn't be fired anymore. Once Ves brought all of the newly bought parts together, the new variant looked no

I found myself wondering what exactly could have happened that made her despise guns so much. “What kind of weapons were you expecting?” I decided to ask her, arms crossed watching as her aim improved with each shot. “What?” She stopped shooting and faced me, “I didn’t hear the question.” “I said what kind of weapons were you expecting to learn to use. Seeing as you greatly dislike guns and all.” I said. “OH.” She said thoughtfully, “Actually, I don’t know. Erik said I shouldn’t be expecting crossbows or spears because this isn’t a fantasy novel. But I never once considered the weapons being guns.”

He punched in a code. The panel slid open, revealing an armory. "If you're going to start an inter-dimensional war," Cyprian said, pulling out a high-tech assault rifle and tossing it to Modern Vespera, "don't do it empty-handed." He grabbed a broadsword from the wall and tossed it to Fantasy Vespera. "For the magic one." He tossed a box of ammo to Mafia Vespera. "For the loud one." He tossed a battery pack to Cyberpunk Vespera. "For the robot one."