Fantasy Gunslinger Novels & Stories

She gripped her rifle, the metal hot against her skin. Dante didn't use words. He let out a low, vibrating growl that shook the window frames of the nearby shops. He lunged at a rogue unit emerging from the fog—men in tactical gear with the FBI patches ripped off. He didn't shift fully; he was something between man and beast, a dark, hulking shape that moved with a speed that defied physics. He tore through them, a blur of teeth and claws. No wasted movement. No mercy. "They’re burning the city to save it, B! We gotta get to the uplink!"

Grabbing one pistol in each hand she started to unload at the rogues around her, and she glared as some of them started to run away from her. Don’t they know the phrase ‘never run from a marksman you’ll only die tired?’ She felt her eyes turn and in her mind’s eye equations and angles appeared. Adjusting for gun range, wind direction and target trajectory she fired round after round until both of her magazines were emptied. In one fluid motion she ejected them and snapped two more in place as she started to make her way towards the packhouse. She paused only slightly as her mate spoke behind her. “There’s Matthew and Ron!” He said in a desperate voice.

Spent bullet casings glinted like ice teeth. And there— Lila. On her knees, face streaked with blood and snow. One hand cradled her side. The other clenched a jagged metal shard. A figure towered over her, gun pointed directly at her chest. Lucas didn’t think. He leapt. His body collided with the gunman mid-trigger. The shot went wide. The man screamed as Lucas’s fangs sank into his shoulder. Blood gushed warm into his mouth. The man thrashed, trying to beat him off with the butt of the gun. Lucas clamped harder, twisting.

Flynn sneered, her voice laced with malicious delight. I turned slowly to face him, my heart racing and a sense of dread pooling in my stomach. Flynn stood in the doorway, his imposing figure framed by the dim light behind her. In her hand, she brandished a gun, its metallic surface glinting ominously. Her eyes, cold and calculating, gleamed with a sinister light that sent an unsettling chill racing down my spine.

Drex spat out in great annoyance. He wonders where and whose men are these? From the way they fought he could tell that they were mafia ninjas, foreign warriors maybe. He hoped they had not touched as much as a single strand of Ava's hair else... As he think about this, he raised his left leg and threw the gun under it with his right hand. He caught it with his left hand and fired five shots straight into the man's rib area. More men appeared this time in twos and threes, jumping effortlessly, flying over car roofs in a ninja-like manner.

The one whose tongue I had bitten off. He looked at me with tears in his eyes as he silently pleaded with me not to do what I had done to his comrades. I kept my eyes on him as I cut the ropes tying my ankles together. Once I was free, I dropped the blade and smiled at him. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you." I said, and he rose to his feet slowly. And just as I thought, his hands flew towards his gun in his holster, but I was faster. The blade cut through the air and pinned his left hand to the wall. He screamed with pain, and I laughed before picking up the one I had thrown on the floor. "I honestly could not believe you boneheads did not think of searching me. Did you really think I was unar

Gary also looked back and saw a fast approaching Red Suzuki power bike. The rider's face was covered with a red helmet. His upper waist clad in A black jacket, his lower waist clad in a blue ripped jeans trouser. "Who the f*ck is that?" Gary asked no one in particular. "The Next Crime lord....Eric Ferguson." Alex smirked. "My Son." Eric used one hand to remove a cutlass from the inside of his jacket, the other hand controlling the bike. The gunmen instantly brought out their pistols and started shooting sporadically at him, the latter dodging the bullets with ease.

Aleister asked as he watched Ruby flip the locks and open the case taking out an odd-looking gun colored bright crimson and black. "Ohh, nothing. Just a simple monster-slaying sniper scythe, capable of blasting through beowolves into bits." Ruby answered and the gun instantly unfolded in her hold to reveal an impressive crimson scythe which she loaded with a square magazine. "Ready to kill our enemies and offer their hearts to your master?" "Psshhhhh, you summoned me combat ready." Ruby smiled. "That's my demon."

Retrieving my dagger, I wiped the red off it's either side of his black suit before tucking it back into its scabbard on my waist before stepping away from him. My expression was completely unfazed except this time, a large scowl was eating at the features of my face because my patience had already worn all out. Holding my two rifles up on either side with impossible ease as if they weighed nothing, I fell out from the shadows as the faint sounds of gunshots, the groans, and grunts of people passing on to the afterlife grazed my ears and stretched out a menacing, murderous, smug smirk on my lips, I started a shooting spree and started a mass murder.

He begged with his cry, making it louder until my ears hurt to hear it. I smiled sweetly, deliberately making him feel like he was in the hell of the world. “I am a trained Gunslinger. You should be proud to die at the hands of a woman whose parents you killed.” “No! No!” He shook his head brutally. “Goodbye. See you in hell!” I pulled the trigger, and within seconds, the bullet went through his forehead.