Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

They have blue blood and are mostly scale skinned. The Wyrm class are large snake-like creatures, with no legs and purple blood. Their fangs are poisonous and the fuckers are quick. Their skin is tough but light making for good leathers, it is always black in colour. Hydra class are giant creatures that breathe fire from their multiple heads, they are rare and extremely difficult to take down. They also have purple blood.

"Do it now, or I'll blow your brains all over the other wall." Slowly, Julia allowed the gun to fall to her side, eased the hammer down, and dropped the weapon to the floor. Once that was done she turned to see the shadow figure standing in the doorway of the bathroom. A pump-action shotgun, the one she had seen him use on Michael, was aimed right at her. She pushed her foot up against the pistol and kicked it over to the Stalker. He dropped to one knee and picked up the gun. The cylinder was popped open and checked, then slammed shut. "Good, fully loaded. This'll be much more useful for what I've got in mind." He looked Julia up and down, and she got the impression she was not going to like

However, the big thing in Qin Haodong's hands suddenly roared to life and spat out a long tongue of fire at this moment. The Gatling gun was a weapon he got from Alien Demon Island. Its bullets had been refined in the Evil Spirit Gathering Furnace. With the fierce firepower and murderous bullets, these ghost slaves suddenly fell from the air and turned into meat puree on the ground. In merely a few seconds, a dozen ghost slaves had been killed. Qin Haodong breathed a sigh of relief. He had just been surrounded and could not use this kind of thermal weapon. The appearance of the Three-legged Golden Toad gave him enough time and distance. This allowed the Gatling gun to show off its strength.

She couldn't help it, she hated everyone of them that didn't care. Letting out a deep breath she eased a tiny bit of tension, she shot her eyes briefly focusing on the sight of fire as the woods crackled burning from it's flames. Strangely it made her head calm a bit and the voices were gradually dissapearing then she twisted her face for a frown as if realizing something.

“Mom would not have wanted this. She wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself like this. Or me.” Something flashed in his eyes for a moment—a little pause in the tempest roaring inside him. But just as quickly, it was carried away by the flow of his hopelessness. His head lowered into his hands, and he slumped forward. The rifle dropped from his grasp and thumped dully on the porch. With shaky breathing, Catalina reached for the gun. Her fingers trembled as she moved it beyond reach, her eyes fixed on the man before her—the man who used to be her father.

He began to gather the things I had requested: guns loaded with silver bullets that gleamed under the moonlight, cylindrical vials containing Hestia’s precious blood, and various other tools of the trade that were essential for our mission. As he handed me the items one by one, I took a moment to inspect each with a critical eye. The guns were well-maintained, a testament to Jemenei's skills and dedication. The vials of blood, carefully sealed, held a promise of power that could turn the tide in our favor. We were well-prepared, as well as anyone could be in a situation like this. I fastened the vials to my belt, the glass clicking softly as they brushed against one another. With the guns in

Nothing else! I pulled her by her hand and walked her to the storage compartment. She was gobsmacked at the sight of so many guns, in different shapes and sizes. If only she knew how many weapons were in this castle. “I like this one.” She chose a silver Diamondback Firearms pistol. And somehow that was predictable. I mean the toy looked so much like her. “Pick it up,” I instructed and she looked at me before staring down at them. She leaned her small hand towards it, and then cursed out:

Ralas was stunned. The men behind him were also dumbfounded. In the next second, all of them guffawed. Ynes stared at the group of mercenaries in confusion. “What are you guys laughing at?” Putting a smile back on his face, Ralas opened a black box next to him, revealing a large amount of guns and ammunition. He casually grabbed a gun in his hand and said, “Miss Alroy, I do not believe there is any Taming Seance in this world. The gun in my hand can help you deal with all sorts of sorcerers.”

I swipe the hair from my eyes and get to work on the bags. Once I've checked them, I head to find Alden. He's in the armory with Cabel and Nokita discussing the firepower they're taking and what's staying behind. Guns are something else we've been working on or more accurately, providing enough ammo. We've now stockpiled thousands of rounds so we have guns with actual bullets. Swords are still better for hellhounds, but we need the guns for our human enemies.

I was still unpacking the supply of weapons Tamara and Andrew gave me when they left me here to my own fate . My new Arsenal was enough to take out a pack of Rouges with all kinds of guns ranging from pistols, glocks , revolvers down to Assault riffles and sniper gears . And a set of silver katanas, silver bullets , wolves bane bullets , mountain ash , bows and arrows , even the supernatural poison that comes with a syringe set . I personally don’t even know what it’s made of . ‘’Does Xavier know you have all this in here ? ‘’ Lydia asked picking up an arrowhead