Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

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

But for some reason, even with the terror, my body is banging with the need to see what he’s going to do with those. A fake, shaky smile drags across my lips. "Are those guns, Cairo? What are you gonna do to me with those?" He lifts the guns with both hands, and God help me, he looks like a professional assassin. A hot, crazy, sexy assassin. "These are guns, baby," he says, his smirk making my mouth drop open. "But they’re not meant for shooting bullets. They’re gonna shoot you full of pleasure." I take a closer look and realize the tips aren't even flat. They’re curved.

There are guns inside: two semi-automatic pistols, one assault rifle, plus six boxes of bullets. “That’s it?” Grant rages. “That’s all we get for ten grand?” “No, apparently you get to fuck on my canapé, too,” JP says in a surly tone of voice. Grant looks at him like he’s about to strangle him. JP rolls his eyes. “Calme-toi. He will get more rifles, and some explosives, but it will take time. Besides, these? These are very rare in France. Very expensive.” “If this is what five or six grand gets you, I don’t doubt it.”

They are also both armed with wolfsbane filled dart guns, and 2 silver knives each. Ansel is wearing black cargo shorts, and a black tee shirt. He is armed with a set of silver throwing knifes, and a gun that shoots either deadmans blood or witches brew, depending on which one he loads into it. I am wearing knee high boots, loaded with throwing knives. A black skirt that is hiding 2 sets of throwing stars. A white tee shirt under my black leather jacket, which holds two small guns, one loaded with deadmans blood, the other with wolfsbane.

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:

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

They in turn looked back and as they did, they brought up their weapons and started to fire at a pack of seven or more entirely Jurassic looking Raptor like dinosaurs. The Raptors scattered from view abruptly and we came to a stop as the men of the group made a defensive circle and whether I wanted it or not I was at the very center of it. Slowly then we moved forward all of us breathing hard as every man’s finger was pressed lightly to the trigger and ready to fire at anything that moved.