Novel & Cerita Fantasy Gunslinger

Going with sheer sense because strength would not work with him, I picked up the stool by the bed and threw it at him. He caught it and threw it back. I dived across the smooth, gleaming floor to avoid being hit by the wooden object. “Who fucking sent you?!” Fury masked his handsome features. He looked more dark and dangerous in person. Instead of replying, I quickly pulled out my signature double silencer pistols. If a knife couldn't get the job done, then a gun should , besides knives weren't really my kind of style, I only considered it because of the special request made by alpha Jax .I squeezed the clip and released double shots, aimed at his direction, but the guy was insanely fast.

Zelena was still laying on the ground, I knew she was going to be easy to be rid of, just one hit and she was out. I pulled on that dark feeling inside me, tugging on the string of power that was in me now. Another icy shard appeared in my hand, and I hurled it toward Gunner. He dodged to the side, missing the spear, and then charged toward me. I didn’t even need to think about it now, the weapons just came to my hands as I thought of them. I leaned on my back foot and steadied my feet, then I hurled dagger after dagger at Gunner. One hit his shoulder, but it didn’t slow his charge. Just three steps from reaching me he dropped his shoulder and poised to shoulder barge right into me. I summon

the dagger guy said, the smile on his face just as disgusting as Ryker's had been. "You fool, we won't risk our lives just for some of your greedy wants," another said, and with that, he walked forward with a gun in his hands. I knew it was no ordinary gun. The gun must have been loaded with silver bullets capable of killing any werewolf. "You don't have to do this; there is still a chance..." Then there was a gunshot.

With a flick of her wrist, the bullets shattered into a fine spray of metallic dust. “Glad you brought me?” she muttered. The gunman stared in stunned disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just happened. There was no time for me to process how close I’d come to dying. I lunged forward, shifting into wolf form. Rage surged through me, fiercer than anything I’d ever felt before. The first man tried to fire again, but his weapon failed—Sinthy’s magic must have disabled it. I slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. His scream cut off as I tore out his throat. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth.

CHAPTER 2 The engine of my car revved as I charged straight at the delinquents. My headlights flashed at them and in seconds they scattered like flies. In a swift turn, I drifted at the curve barely missing the white minivan parked at the other side of the street. One of the masked thugs clenched the girl’s arm to keep her put. He had a dragon tattoo on his forearm and spoke in Greek to his accomplices. I pulled down the windows of the passenger’s seat and pointed my Jennings J 22 rifle straight to his forehead. His face was drained of blood as he stood frozen like a deer in headlights.

Sasha parried Ganzorig’s blows as the bounty hunter attempted to follow up on the unconscious Temujin. It was now Ganzorig’s Flaming Fist vs. Sasha’s Armored Sleeve. Sparks flew and ice crackled as fist met fist. Ganzorig brought down his chain whip with his left hand and Sasha barely had time to jump back. The weapon ploughed through the wood of the deck, making a long, narrow crack.

Meaning these werewolves must be his pack. “To think you’d come here alone.” A voice whispered behind Caspian, along with the muzzle of the gun against his back. “Don’t move. You know this isn’t an ordinary weapon, don’t you?” “Silver bullet,” Caspian muttered. “Correct. One move from you and I will—” The werewolf hadn’t finished speaking when Caspian lowered his head and pivoted. He hit the hand holding the gun and grabbed it. Caspian held the still outstretched hand, then shot the gun straight into the heart.

“You are responsible for them. They all have your runemark on them so you can know them and identify them when they die. Ragnar politely took his weapon. It was a projectile weapon called the atomic gun. It was similar to the theme weapon that Lanek sent the sea dragon, but smaller in size. One of the most powerful weapons Sergeant Hakon had was a chainsword. The belt around the gun contains a dispenser for another small but powerful weapon called a mini grenade. "Careful." said the armorer. “For fools, it is as dangerous as the enemy. Now follow the servant and report to the training ground.

He turned back to me and for the first time since I met him, Dante looked impressed. "You have the eyes," he said. "The eyes?" "Killer's eyes," he clarified. "Empty and focused." He walked back, took the gun from my shaking hand, and reloaded the magazine. "You're ready." "I don't feel ready," I admitted, rubbing my wrist. "You don’t have to feel ready, you just have to pull the trigger." The barn door slid open with a creak. Sloane walked out, she had changed into black cargo pants and a tight shirt from the vet’s lockers. She looked like a mercenary, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a satellite phone in the other.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.