Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

With their weapons of hunting, forged by a blend of dark magic and ancient rituals, they were prepared to lay waste to any who stood in their way. Among their arsenal, obsidian blades glimmered with an otherworldly aura, capable of rending both flesh and soul. Enchanted arrows, tipped with poison distilled from the darkest corners of the underworld, awaited their skilled archers' deadly aim. Talismans and amulets, pulsating with forbidden energies, hung from their necks, granting them enhanced speed, strength, and resilience.

The ornamental handgun Odium which is the favoured weapon of the Phantom XIII of Hati, Hekate. Yuri’s uncle had that gun made specially for her when she had first became an assassin in Hati. The man having trained, and had even taught Yuri everything that she knew about guns, and how to handle them, and he had also taught her how to fight. Listen Yuri, and listen well. A gun is not just a weapon. It’s a manifestation of your soul. Your partner. This is the ornamental gun Odium. The brother gun to my Cerberus. It shall be your companion and partner from now on. Treat it well.

She raised a bow "Guns." That was more like a question than an answer. I glance at Ettina and shrugged my shoulders. She stopped walking. I notice we are heading back to the tavern where I had my breakfast with the Rahi this morning. The sun is slowly losing it's reign over the horizon, and the moon began to reveal its splendor over the darkness of sky. "Guns?" She asked. "The new weapon from the King Revula's armory." I informed her. "I've never held one, but I heard it was sort of something similar to a crossbow, but a more dangerous with high velocity and longer range fro shooting. One hit may be enough to kill."

You would think in a kingdom like this, the castle could withstand these kind of fights. I come to a stop, being sure that I’m in a spot where nothing will collapse over us. “Wh-who’s there?” I croak out, trying to make out the shadow in the dust. I take a step closer, holding my babies close to me, and see a guard, then another, standing there, guns at their sides. But they aren’t just any guns, they’re the kind of guns you only see in extraterrestrial movies that takes certain types of force to bring the enemy down.

She's never been a fan of carrying huge guns or owning one but to have a small pistol like what Atara had was good enough for people like her. Ayara slams the side of the gun that opens and reveals silver bullets. "Silver doesn't hurt us but it works with most supernatural creatures." "Werewolves included?" Rosa ask which Ayara replied with a nod. " Especially them." Ayara turn to Jack who had strapped a couple of guns and even a shotgun strapped on his back. Daggers around his waist and his overall look are what Rosa would imagine of a spy. "You under control, Jack?" Ayara asked. The elder vampire turns around and nodded. Grinning, he says to them.

They saw hacking devices, highly optimized rifles, pistols, combat armor, and many more goodies. “Oh my God man, I think this is heaven,” Kalen blurted out excitedly, as he bumped his dumbstruck friend on the head.

I said before picking up a hand cannon of a pistol, "What's this one?" "That would be the PZ 600, the bullets underneath are as natural as you are, anything you hit with that will go down, money-back guarantee." I tied the holster to my side and all the ammunition in my bag, before setting the gun in the holster. Jameson and Damien were gathering stuff, Jameson just picking out what looked good while Damien was more methodical with his choices. Then I saw it, a weapon so perfect it didn't even look real. There was a scythe on the back wall, split in color down the middle, one side silver the other side gold.

I just followed behind him till we came to another room, which he unlocked and when we got in, my breath got caught in my throat. There were about a million special guns —very different from the few hunting guns I had seen in my father’s old records. “Are these guns?” I asked. I had to be sure before jumping into conclusions. “Yes, special designs I created two years ago…” he whispered like someone who was in a trance. “Each is laced with wolfsbane and silver, strong enough to kill even the strongest of wolves. It might take a few bullets to permanently put down a Lycan, but it is just as effective…”

She realized then that Nikjin would believe anything that Zokman said because he had unwavering confidence in the man’s words. “Are you deliberately trying to put me in trouble here?” She asked Zokman. “Do you even truly have sorcery powers or are you just messing with your lord’s head?” She heard Nikjin’s sharp intake of breath and saw how Zokman’s eyes widened in surprise. “How dare you question my powers?” He asked angrily. “Do you need proof? I will show you one right now!” He dug a hand into a worn-out leather satchel in front of him to retrieve a fistful of what looked like fine sand, then he threw it into the fire. The substance produced a huge grey mist that became reflective like a

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.”