Fantasy Gunslinger Novels & Stories

He takes the gun out from under his belt, pops out the cartridge cylinder to check the special silver slugs he made by melting down old earrings and necklaces he’d bought or bartered for at Old Man Handy’s Pawn & Thrift. After a few seconds of inspection that doesn’t make him feel any better, he slaps the cartridge cylinder back and pulls the hatchet from his belt. He paid two month’s wages to make a silver blade for it, because he’s read that silver hurts evil things, and though he’s not exactly sure what waits for him on the other side of that door . . . He knows it’s evil. So he holds both weapons and waits because he doesn’t need to open the door. When the time comes, it’ll open for him.

My hand instinctively went to my gun, and I clicked my tongue in a menacing gesture. "Say hello to Satan for me," I sneered, my voice cold and deadly. He turned, confusion etched on his face, but it was too late. I smirked as I pulled the trigger, and the bullet struck him right between the eyes. He crumpled to the floor, his body twitching as his life slipped away, his blood pooling around him like a macabre halo. "Nobody touches what's mine," I growled, my voice echoing through the room, a stark warning to anyone who dared challenge my authority

"We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would die of the wound." Liv scrubbed her hands up and down her face. "I think I need a drink." Brodi was out of his chair in an instant. "Of course, Elskling. What would you like? We have tea, juice, coffee…" "Whisky," she answered flatly. Brodi cocked a brow in surprise. "Coming right up!"

I always knew that the merchant was a shady man, and yet- I still bought these bad babies. They look damn great on me after all. I could see the silhouette from a distance. I lowered my crimson hood and cracked my fingers before pulling out my favorite cobalt flintlock. I place my thumb on the trigger- ready to shoot whatever would come to me. I could hear the screams of the anguished villagers who were devoured by the nightly and inhumane beasts. I look up to the sky and fixated my viridescent orbs on the bright, yellow moon.

Emma saw stars even as she reached up and tore at Jen's shirt, trying to get the leverage she needed to grab the gun out of the back of Jen's pants. Jen saw what Emma was doing and pulled the gun herself. She held it hard to the side of Emma's head, cocking the hammer so that the definitive click echoed through the clearing. "Fucking bitch!" Jen cried, slamming her fist into Emma's ribs. Emma rolled, still trapped under Jen's body so that only a part of her body was capable of movement. As she lay there, trying to catch her breath, Jen slipped the rope over her neck. "It's time to die," Jen hissed in her ear.

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.

I nod at Candy and she winks at me as she runs with her and a gun in her hand. I turn my attention to the incoming bikes. I grab my gun as the sound of a semi-automatic gun fires off towards us. I dive and roll up onto my knees and fire back. “Take cover, show them no fucking mercy. Kill them all!” I shout as we all open fire. I watch as the Mother’s Revenge, the Bratva, my men, the Moretti’s and those loyal to Angel and her family all join in the fray.

The gun was a special device, the only needed there is their fingerprint. He felt footsteps approaching him, he turned to look at it, and even before it was finally close to him he preceded it. He pulled out its hair. He blasted the bullet on his chin that made his face splattered. “Calm your shits down, dingleberry.” And he can imagine Larkspur flinching because of him. “I am calm, It’s just really fun to kill. ” He chuckled. He put one of his guns in the holster before attacking the man, he punched him indiscriminately in the face especially in his eyes and he almost tore its skin with an excessive thrill.

Gunner growled as his eyes raked down my body and back up again, lingering briefly on each wound and each patch of blood on my body. *You’re hurt?* *I’ll be fine* As Gunner was watching me, Galterio lifted his hand, claws extended and went to swipe at Gunner’s throat. “Gunner!” I screamed and jerked my body forward, but Tobias’s firm hold kept me in place. Gunner’s arm flew up, blocking Galterio’s blow. The black whisps of smoke twirled around his arm, shielding him from the sharp claws. Galterio screamed out and yanked his hand away from the dark power. I huffed a sigh of relief, glad that Gunner wasn’t burnt by the smoke in the way that Galterio was. Gunner examined the odd substance coati

“This gun is full of silver and wolfsbane hollow points. It will put down anything: werewolf, vampire, dark creature, in one shot. Do not make me kill you.” My eyes welled with tears. “I’m telling Candido!” “Estella,” Candido’s voice cut through the air. I turned toward him. He had a bandage across his chest as he headed toward us. “Put the gun down. Please. You need to save your strength.” Her eyes turned glossy, and she stagged, lowering her gun and using it as a cane. “She—” “Hedy,” Candido said stiffly. “Be quiet.” My jaw dropped. “You—”