Fantasy Gunslinger Novels & Stories

I was still unpacking the supply of weapons Tamara and Andrew gave me when they left me here to my own fate . My new Arsenal was enough to take out a pack of Rouges with all kinds of guns ranging from pistols, glocks , revolvers down to Assault riffles and sniper gears . And a set of silver katanas, silver bullets , wolves bane bullets , mountain ash , bows and arrows , even the supernatural poison that comes with a syringe set . I personally don’t even know what it’s made of . ‘’Does Xavier know you have all this in here ? ‘’ Lydia asked picking up an arrowhead

“Shoot him! Shoot him now!” The gunman pulled the weapon’s trigger. Five small, ballistic projectiles shot forward from the gun and soared at their target. Ranger simply held his flaming sword in front of him in a defensive position. When the projectiles reached him, the red fire cloaking the blade suddenly produced a series of flares that lashed out and vaporized every one of the makeshift bullets, leaving Ranger completely unharmed, and worse, unafraid. The Domineers were now backing up in terror. “Who-” their leader choked on his words. “Who are you?”

But in not far away, Gavin, Kulas and Khez were there and they both fighting out of their lives. • • • • • • • •+ Happenings in my life right now is nowhere to put back instead of holding a pen I hold Guns instead. These unreal monsters who surrounds me are only appears in my dreams but I think I myself was also in my dreams alone. I positioned myself, and started firing them using my AEK-971it has knife in it. I loved action movies eversinced like how I wish I was once the protagonist of those movies maybe deities granted my wish

Amy didn’t shout, didn’t give warning, her fingers were already pressing into the trigger before their eyes adjusted BANG. One down neck shot, blood splattering the metal wall like a sick painting. BANG. BANG. Two more — down before they realized the angel of death wore heels. The youngest girl screamed as bullets shredded through the air. Amy ducked low, her body shielding her like instinct. Another man lunged — too slow. She turned, fired, his brains hit the floor first. The last shot rang out as one of the men lifted his hand not in surrender, but hesitation. Amy didn’t gamble with hesitation, the velvet fell from the gun like a promise broken. She stood straight, gun smoking. Her face un

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

It then dawned on everyone that Miren can only be used if you have poison inside your body, and if you don't, it will create its poison and kill the person. Christopher Fangs recreated these poisons and used them to massacre his brother’s family and as well as their father. But before he could kill the Young Lester Fangs who witnessed everything, someone was able to save him, and after that, Christopher Fangs had fallen, no remains were found, he was either hiding or dead. “Y-you! Stop! I'm not that bastard’s son!” Naster almost went mad after Nicholas flashed a mocking smile at him before continuing. “Did this man promise you power? Well, you all are fools, under my rule and my power, no on

I'll walk out of here a winner. I'll no longer lose. As though the heavens desire to witness the bloodshed, the sky envelopes us in its darkness, thick silver clouds rumbling with a rage so loud that I don't register the sound of the first gunshot. Or maybe it is I who is lost in the realm of imagination. "Shit! Baby, please focus." Rigid arms engulf me protectively. The deep rumble of that familiar voice draws me back into reality. I am his priority. I go mad, pressing down on the triggers on both the guns in my hands until my index fingers are close to falling off.

Peterson. As he descended the stairs, a tall, well-dressed man waited at the bottom for him to pass. He was dressed, carried himself, and had the dangerous feel of a dandy gunslinger. In Aiden’s experience, they were the worst kind. They weren’t like the gunslingers of the west who showed their intentions to you right away. Dandy gunslingers wore a facade of polite society and proper etiquette to lure their victims into a state of complacency before taking them by surprise. They were generally fast with a gun, but not the best; which was why they used trickery first and gun slinging second. He had neither the time nor the desire to cross paths with this man, so he tipped his finger to his

They moved with a twitchy, staccato grace, their feet making no sound on the concrete. One of the Obsidian guards, a seasoned warrior named Jax, raised his rifle and fired. The silver tipped rounds passed right through the smoky form of the creature, striking the pier behind it. The creature didn't even flinch. It lunged at Jax with a speed that defied physics, its long, spindly fingers sinking into the man’s chest.

He gets himself low to the ground; similar to that of a wolf ready to hunt. GANGSTER #1: "Don't even try it!" (He reveals a frail looking young woman; whom obviously was kidnapped from the town, only to place a gun to her head.) "Ya know what this is don't cha?! It's an MK 1144! The newest type of laser pistol. Single shot of this moves faster than light and then it's lights out for her. Now hand over th-" (As he continues talking, a knee is swiftly planted into his face. As Dantzler is heard mumbling, "Sheer Speed!") GANGSTER #2: "B-BOSS!! This bastard! He didn't even let the boss finish spea-" (The Gangster is cut off mid-sentence. Again, Dantzler heard this time yelling, "Sheer Speed," ov