Fantasy Gunslinger Novels & Stories

He glares down at me with the same look in his eyes since I got here, and I can’t help but wonder why. He moved to crouch in front of me but before he did, he was thrown back harshly, landing against the wall with a loud thud and I look up wide-eyed at my own mate, Hunter. He has his hand stretched out and everyone gasps in either shock or disbelief as a golden yellow glow enveloped his hand as he threw the white-haired sorcerer off me almost as easily like breathing. Not just that, the glow surrounding his hands has rune symbols glowing around it. His eyes glowed bright shimmering gold and I also noticed that the suppressing magical force on my arms and legs suddenly disappeared.

Brawen a little bit of praise, it is true, this sword is a gift from Owen, I am afraid nothing in this world can break it. Silver Lord charged at Brawen with the speed of a noble vampire, the bullets kept aiming at Brawen causing her real trouble. One thing must be known, even a good hunter can't use the Yatogami family's gun, because this gun requires a terrible physicality and calculation, even a C-rank Vampire is unlikely to be able to. Tame the recoil that has the potential to blow away the user's gun arm. From there, it can be concluded how terrible Code Silver Lord's physique is.

It was nothing for him. Soon a man in his late thirties with jet black hair, immerged from the door with a gun in his hand. Before he could even pull the trigger, Dante had tossed a paperweight at him. It got the man straight in the face which immediately scrunched with pain as his nose started bleeding. Meanwhile Dante made his way to the man and easily snatched the gun from his hand, dissembling it in seconds. He didn't like guns. He always preferred knives, blades and daggers. Not that he doesn't know how to use one. He was actually perfect when it comes to any sort of gun. But the fearless assassin had this personal thing for blades and daggers.

I flexed my fingers and as expected, they glowed. The taller man reached for me with one hand holding on to his weapon. I rolled away from his reach. ‘We shouldn’t be playing games with guns in our faces,’ my wolf reminded me. I had no chance bringing down a Bane warrior. They were trained with weapons and were the slickest and fastest warriors as they were the slimmest. I could not outrun them and I could not hope to throw even the smaller man. They had guns trained on me. They had the advantage but I’d be the first person they ever encountered with magic.

"You dare point your nasty guns on my darling." This came from someone very unexpected. All of them snapped their heads towards the pillar of the bridge and saw Igneel standing with two guns in his hands. He wore black gloves with a long black coat resting on his shoulders as if he wasn't here to kill but to have a deal but he still somehow looked like a killer. He didn't let anyone even think and started to shoot the men as if they were not humans.

His eyes burned with newfound intensity as he turned toward the opponent, who had thought he was the apex predator. The man's grin faltered. Ken raised his arm, the gun steady in his hand. This was no longer the same Heinzeln Ken. His fingers tightened on the trigger. The gunfire was deafening. But this time, each bullet wasn't just a projectile. It was infused with the power of the shadows—the pure force of the darkness Selena had entrusted to him. The air vibrated with every shot, the bullets traveling with supernatural speed, each one tearing through the space between them with deadly precision.

“You wanted to wipe Chantal from existence.” “I did, and I’m sorry. Here’s your Glock—a 19C Gen4. Impressive and versatile. I’m a SIG girl myself, but this is fast and accurate.” She placed the gun slowly on the ground and backed off. “I like the reversible magazine catch—I’m a left-handed shooter.” “Why did you help kill these tangos?” “Because I want to save Chantal.” “Like I’d trust that sudden change of heart.” “You don’t have to trust me. But the longer we stand here and chit-chat, the further away Harris gets.”

I pressed my thumb against the biometric scanner. The panel slid open with a soft hiss, revealing my sleek, velvet-lined weapon collection. Most alphas relied purely on their claws and teeth. But I was different. I was a master of the hunt, came from a long line of Hunphas and given a special weapon to end the abominable wolves. My hand landed on a heavy, custom-made silver gun holding the powder of death. The metal gleamed under the room's lights, polished to perfection. Damien watched me, his jaw dropping in surprise as I holstered the weapon under my suit jacket.

ANSEL POV Boom A loud gunfire was heard in the dungeon, shutting the silence and terrifying every prisoner. “A-Alpha! Y-you killed him!” I heard a voice from behind as I soften my grip on the gun-like object that was in my palm. It was a gun but specifically made for wolves. It was coated with silver ash. I had used it on Ragnar. The sane man that I wanted to use to lure his brother to me. I had killed him because of the intense anger and fear that I didn't know I had until now.

Standing in the doorway—Antonio Franches, gun raised, his gaze cold and murderous. "Touch her again, and I’ll send you straight to hell." The Final Standoff Antonio’s custom Desert Eagle-Silencer was locked onto Renjiro’s head. The tension in the room was suffocating, every breath heavy, every second stretched thin. Cassandra could hear the pounding of her own heart, still trapped in Renjiro’s iron grip. Renjiro—known for his merciless brutality, for his fearless nature—smirked. Slowly, he unsheathed his prized katana, the blade gleaming under the dim lighting.