Fantasy Gunslinger Novels & Stories

My Bright Future gun, is my bedazzled gun, of course, I bedazzled it with diamonds. 2.My Gold twins, identical gold Handguns, perfect for a quick kill. 3. Dagger of death, has a purple grip that is styled like a marble flooring. It has blades sharper than you can imagine. 4. Barbie with Glam is a bright pink Gun with a Silver line going across. 5.The Swords of Light are Purple and Black swords, that glow in the dark. I am honestly laughing at how the store owner allowed a 13-year- old to buy these weapons because he was broke and we had money.

Her eyes grew colder with each passing second as she watched the man indulge in the pleasure of the world. She took out a small whistle-like object and blew it into it. An almost unassailable needle flew from it and pierced the man's exposed neck. It took a few seconds for the man to pass out cold. The cigarette in his mouth stayed in place like the glass of wine in his hand.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

He moves and effortlessly slices and dices people, daggers sticking out of bodies as he jumps around. Each new kill he calls out the number to me and I know I’m behind. I’m losing. I begin moving faster hearing everyone rushing in and guns going off. I work with Gunner and go through, taking down as many people without guns as possible. There are more people than we expected, I watch as a guy grabs a Shuriken that had missed him, he throws it and it hits Gunner. “You fucker!” He roars and leaps for him, standing I laugh as he swears, and screams about promising Emmi no fucker would get hurt. The poor guy has no chance of surviving.

Hunter said sinisterly like a deranged man, and the next moment he cut off Armando's manhood as the flesh lay limply on the floor and he screamed in horror grabbing her crotch in disbelief as the blood spurts out. Hunter tossed the dagger away. Wiping his bloody hand on the fur of a dead wolf, he walked over to Silvia who was staring solely at him. At that moment Hunter was her knight in bloody armor. She couldn't explain in words how she felt at that moment seeing him taking revenge for her. But she paused when he grabbed the gun from her holster and placed it in her hand. She stared at the gun and then at him in disbelief. Silvia shook her head but the look in his eyes said there was no ot

With a heartbroken cry, he hurled the gun away, it clattered across the floor, spinning harmlessly into the shadows. I exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief, my chest loosening for a fleeting second. He hadn't chosen. He couldn't. My brother… The relief shattered like glass under a boot. Damian's expression didn't change, but he nodded once to the rogues. Gunfire erupted… sharp, deafening cracks from modified rifles loaded with silver bullets. Not the tech weapons, but old-school killers, designed to poison wolf blood irreparably.

It made her realize that the little days they were together made them know each other a little too deep and it made her question herself; What were they? She would have simply said they were friends, maybe good ones at that, but it didn’t look so. There is a limit to what a friend can do but his was beyond that. He did things for her without holding back and not minding if it was inconvenient for him. The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire.

And a man who looked like violence personified. He was bald, his head and arms covered in elaborate tattoos. Nose rings. Lip piercings. Gold teeth that flashed when he smiled, which he was doing now. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice surprisingly cultured despite his appearance. The figure did not waste time. They dropped a bag on the table between them. The bald man opened it and let out a low whistle. "Gold and cash. You are serious." "I need a gun." "What kind?" "Glock 19. Latest model. Clean. Untraceable."

On its shoulder was a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Antipersonnel Chaingun, which loaded directly from an ammunition pack on the mecha’s back. Xylo was in her own mecha, a B-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Phantom” Mechanized Infiltrator. Its paint scheme was dark blues on smoke grays, in a pattern meant for nighttime incursions. On its shoulder was an A-ranked Terra Nach Mar “Executor” Sniper Cannon. Each of them wielded a C-ranked Federal Shipyards Machine Pistol, which was paired with a B-ranked Federal Shipyards “Citadel” Tower Shield. “It almost feels like we’re bullying them,” said Freya.

I just wanted to kill and my hands searched for my gun very Frantically because i felt a thrist, which only someone's blood can slake. How dare they, their fight is with me how dare they include nothing in that matter. If even a scratch i found on her body then i am gonna set their whole world on fire and finally i found my gun but own gun which behaves according to me and it's not the training gun but my service gun fully loaded because today i won't show any mercy but i will kill each one of them who dare to touch my nnadini, i will provide them the most daring adventure of their life. Saying this i put my gun into my pocket and i just geared up towards the door when i found kabir entering