Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

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.

(Calla's POV) The freeway stretched out in front of us like a strip of black glass in the moonlight, trees crowding in on both sides like guards observing us. Our SUV moved smoothly along, a gentle hum of engine and metal. The rear seats were stacked with weapons: gleaming swords next to matte-black rifles, boxes of ammunition, vials of silver, charms and talismans Freya had made us bring. It was strange to have remnants of war littered across hot woolen blankets and coffee cups, but it was the kind of world we had come to live in, a world where guns and ancient magic were fighting the same war on the same side. Rowan was behind the wheel.

One down, two to go. If this was in the past, Wade would have thought that Vincenzo wanted to kill him. But now, he didn't. He knew that someone was reproducing the guns on a large scale. The guns were unlike the ones in the military or used by the government. They were powerful and durable. Waterproof and even fireproof. Why was bastard Vincenzo so smart to create such a weapon?

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