Novel & Cerita Fantasy Gunslinger

The talisman grew into a golden sword of light, charging towards the spirit. However, the evil spirit opened its mouth and swallowed the sword whole. It then charged towards the monk and bit down on him as well. “Ah!” With a loud scream, Jarsurya fell to the ground and vomited blood. His terrified face was pale white. Xavier cackled. “So, do you yield, Lex Gunther? If you know what’s best for you, I’d want a share of half the Thousand Miles Conglomerate’s stocks and all your land south of Green River. If you refuse to cooperate, I’ll have Master Vaudou destroy your puny little Hell’s Angels!”

The ornamental handgun Odium which is the favoured weapon of the Phantom XIII of Hati, Hekate. Yuri’s uncle had that gun made specially for her when she had first became an assassin in Hati. The man having trained, and had even taught Yuri everything that she knew about guns, and how to handle them, and he had also taught her how to fight. Listen Yuri, and listen well. A gun is not just a weapon. It’s a manifestation of your soul. Your partner. This is the ornamental gun Odium. The brother gun to my Cerberus. It shall be your companion and partner from now on. Treat it well.

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

She barked the order at the foolish guards who still stood around her throne. The first gunshot cracked the air, and time slowed for me as I dangerously tapped into my forbidden strength again. I dashed forward with the speed of light before the bullet could even leave the barrel. My fingers closed around the guard’s wrist, and I snapped it like it was just a small piece of wood. His scream was cut short as I ripped the gun from his grasp and fired three rounds into the chests of his companions. Silver burned where it struck them, with men and wolves alike collapsing in smoking heaps.

I knew she was going to be easy to get rid of, just one hit and she was down. 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 summoned the air and pushed myself off the

I walk into the room, and the music instantly floods my ears. The lights are low, but there’re party lights? What the actual fuck? I want to laugh until I see the guy strapped up naked with a dagger sticking out of his foot. Wait, toy as in a person? I turn and look at Gunner as his fingers stroke along the daggers. “By toy, I thought you meant like knives and daggers.” Not a fucking person! “I have those toys as well. Pick one.” He points to them. I look at the guy. He is quiet, for some reason?

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

A swift kick disarmed the man, and Kane's blade—a silver-edged knife he'd pulled from his boot—ended the fight with a single, efficient strike. From the opposite side of the clearing came a sharp, ear-piercing howl. Gunnar, Xander's hulking cousin, had taken down a hunter armed with a semi-automatic rifle. His wolf form was massive, his fur almost black with streaks of deep auburn. He growled low and deep, standing over the fallen man as his jaws dripped with blood. Gunnar's presence alone seemed to unnerve the remaining hunters, who faltered in their attacks, their formation breaking as panic set in.

“K-Kol!” “Kol p-please!” “It’s me,” I screamed, my eyes blurry from the tears in my eyes, “Kol it’s me!” I cried out closing my eyes as all I saw was pure blood thirsty rage in his demeanor and eyes. BANG! BANG! BANG! The beast of Kol roared out in pain, getting away from me and running in the other direction jumping off the boat and straight into the water that surrounded us. I looked over to where the gunshots came from and Santiago was holding a smoking silver gun with wolves and skulls engraved into the gun. It looked to be vintage.

I adjust the rifle on my shoulder and exchange a look with Silas, and focus on one of the Surfers gunmen and the bed of a truck just as two sleek muscular wolves burst past us, one white and one red. A curse slips past my lips, but I pull the trigger, knowing the best thing I can do now is make sure I land every shot. Just as I think that, the man I was aiming for drops his gun, his arms flailing as his body rocks back from the force of my bullet hitting him at the side of the head. I don’t miss a beat, aiming for my next target and firing, because for each moment I don’t, is a moment that one of them can take out one of my mates. I push down the panic that rises at that thought and aim for