Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

Some daggers, a handful of arrows, a small sword, two different bows- one smaller in size and great for speed, some guns, and bullets. That's it. She didn't pack much as she assumed the border patrol might suspect something. Her mistake. Now, she might have to face an organization with this handful of weapons. Even if she faced and defeated them, how will she rescue those supernaturals? The cages seemed to be made of different metals- allergic to respective kinds. Iron and silver. If that is not enough, she noticed the runes that are binding the captives to the cages. How will she face an army of mercenaries with her limited supplies and no magic baubles?

Aleister asked as he watched Ruby flip the locks and open the case taking out an odd-looking gun colored bright crimson and black. "Ohh, nothing. Just a simple monster-slaying sniper scythe, capable of blasting through beowolves into bits." Ruby answered and the gun instantly unfolded in her hold to reveal an impressive crimson scythe which she loaded with a square magazine. "Ready to kill our enemies and offer their hearts to your master?" "Psshhhhh, you summoned me combat ready." Ruby smiled. "That's my demon."

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

Hearing this, Autumn was startled and said, “If you buy a few at once, I can sell them to you for two million each.” Philip said, “Okay, give me five.” “Any heavy artillery warcraft? Recommend one or two to me.” Hearing Philip's request, Autumn's eyes lit up. Heavy artillery warcraft was beyond compare in terms of price, so she quickly said, “The most powerful warcraft with heavy artillery is the Garuda warcraft, also known as the Sky Gunship. The Garuda warcraft has a total of 24 main energy cannons and 48 secondary energy cannons. It's the absolute overlord of the sky!

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

Nicklaus said. " Okay Klaus, Am always at your service ". " Do you have any weapon that can be used against supernatural "? Nicklaus asked. " Umm. I think I got on, the gold gun with diamond bullets, it does a hell lot of damage to supernatural who ain't immortal, developed it in case I was tracked down here, you want it? ". Yakiza asked. " Yeah ". 💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽Meanwhile💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽

“Anything can be.” “Why do we need guns, though?” She wondered. “We’re sharp tooth superspeed super strong monsters who can dramatically change into furry monsters.” “The idea of having a gun on you,” Heath walked in ahead of Rhett and Cameron. “Is that guns stop the danger from getting close enough to hurt you and buy you the time to use the superspeed and super strength to cover the distance.” “And even the odds,” Talen said. “We are few, they are many.” “Are guns even any good against the Mer and their armour?” Rhett wondered.

“You can pick whatever you want,” All of the guns in here were old models but they were all oiled up and well maintained. “What kind of powers?” he mumbled picking up a rifle. The handle was made out of wood with engravings on it. The symbols weirdly looked similar to the ones his mother had drawn on that box. ‘Time preservation spell, neat,’ “Is that your choice? You have to write down your name and your choice of weapons. The guns had to be returned in ten days and the bullets used has to be reported,” Killian handed him a ledger-like book.

He took a slow step toward me and carefully took it from my hand. “That, my love, is a gun.” I’ve heard of guns but never seen one before. They were banned in our world. We were werewolves - we fought with fangs, claws, and the occasional dagger. “What is Ezra doing with all these guns?” I asked, looking around at the crates stacked high throughout the room, all of them holding swords, knives, guns, and little cylinder shaped metal things. I went to pick one up and hissed, immediately dropping it, my fingers burning where I picked it up.