Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

I knew that human guards with Darius guns filled with bullets with bullet powder which was lethal to humans wouldn't do anything to the vampires or any supernatural creature that might decide that these people were very far away from civilization and they can make a home for themselves there the way those vamps had and so, I had to make sure that we gave them special guns. The bullets in these were my special creation. Other than the bullets being laced with wolfsbane, for wolves, iron, for ghosts, silver for werewolves and angels (yeah, bad ones) nickel for dragons and sirens, wood dust for and garlic for vampires and other stuff in there, there was a also a bit of spells and magic to make

‘They can't get me if they're dead’, I'd heard him joke. Two. I could never do that. I’d worked with scared people who do bad things because they had no choice, people who didn't want to do those things. Once you took the gun out of their hands and set them on the right path, they were fully willing to never get in trouble again. Three! Reed and I burst in through the open space, each of us pointing the gun at our right sides, then turning in a slow circle. It seemed like there was no one here, and there were no doors or furniture they could be hiding behind.

Then, he picked up the Colt, Beretta, Glock, and other world-famous firearms from the table. The last one was a domestic Type 77 pistol, and he flashed a brilliant golden grin. "Foreign guns might look cooler, but I still love the homegrown stuff. Support local brands. Etharia first!" Walter looked at him like he was watching a clown at a funeral. "Every gun you picked up, except the Desert Eagle, is unloaded. Why the hell are you carrying them?" Goldfangs checked his belt to make sure every gun was securely strapped before smirking again. "Mr. Burke, you're getting old. You don't understand this generation. Looking cool is half the job. Image is branding. The rest is just fluff."

Mayavi said. “Quietly return my sword to me and I promise the only thing you will not lose is your life,” I said. Mayavi snapped her fingers and stepped back as the vampires stepped forwards. But instead of swords, they had muskets in their hands. I read about them in the reports related to Hazel’s death. The new weapons that were being used in Phantoria. The weapons that were used to kill Hazel and her maids were called rifles that were an improved version of muskets.

I smirked. I turned back to the gun collection picking and choosing our favourites, "Autocannon, Bolt Pistol, Lasgun, Pulse Rifle, Lancer Pistol and lastly, for you Jack, a heavy bolter." I walked back to the table where the hologram was displayed. "Vehicles, the Rezvani Tank, Telsla Model S and lastly, Lexus Black Panther," Tyler stated.

Johnathan said, adding it to the diagram. “Maybe not, if it is like the one, I saw a several years ago, the bullets are magically infused able to penetrate any barrier and kill anything in its path.” “Shit, all this just for a knife.” “Seems a bit much, doesn’t it?” Johnathan asked, agreeing with him. “So, first step is to disable the guns and get around the traps.” Sally said. “I got an idea about that.” Owen said. “Be right back.” He said disappearing. He was back in minutes holding a rifle. “Your idea is to shoot them?” Sally asked. “Yes, but this isn’t a regular rifle. This beauty fires a laser that melts anything in its path.” He answered. “Nice! How do you plan on disabling the magic o

I walk into the room, and the music instantly floods my ears. The lights are low, but there’re party lights? What the actual fuck? I want to laugh until I see the guy strapped up naked with a dagger sticking out of his foot. Wait, toy as in a person? I turn and look at Gunner as his fingers stroke along the daggers. “By toy, I thought you meant like knives and daggers.” Not a fucking person! “I have those toys as well. Pick one.” He points to them. I look at the guy. He is quiet, for some reason?

“It would look as if it was right in your hand in the scope, and I can shoot multiple times before needing to reload. Also, the gun has a sling so that I can carry it on my back and run.” Puzzled, the weaponsmith shook his head. “Never heard of it. Do you want to make that into a wind-magic imbued shotgun instead? There is no zoom, but you can fire it without limit as long as you have enough stamina.” Sasha blinked. This fantasy game was throwing her off guard. “Is it powerful enough to kill area bosses?”

I abandon the stash collection of numerous zigzagged bladed twin daggers I was gawking at and begin heading towards her. Sometimes, I get too lost in my head whenever I am talking about weapons. When I reach her, she points at the array of a few oddly shaped, bogus fat guns before us that I have never seen before. They are just five. Their barrels have very transparent curved channels that look like empty see-through water pipes, transversing all way from the mouth of their barrels throughout the rest of their bodies. “What are these?” I ask, lifting my hands to touch them. “They do not have a name yet, but I love calling them the ‘Blitz’ because of the swift balls of molten silver they can

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”