Genya Shotgun Novels & Stories

I AM DONE AND I WANT FREEDOM FROM YOU AND FROM YOUR SICK GAMES! I shouted in pure rage while shooting bullets at him from my fiery eyes. I was done with him now. This man has really no shame. He is really heartless. I was breathing heavily as I was burning in anger. My hands were shaking tremendously. I had no longer control over myself. My heart was beating at an erratic speed. After my violent outburst the air around, us eventually turned thick. Dylan slowly got up from the floor and finally looked at me. His posture was still calm and composed as if he wasn't even bothered by my words. But now his silence was getting on my nerves.

Sully stood off to the side of the indoor shooting range, watching Cordelia load her gun. He wasn’t at all surprised at her choice of personal weapon: a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield. Compact and light, it was a popular choice with women with smaller hands... but it had a quick reset triggered by the striker-fired action, so the gun made it possible for multiple rounds to be fired quickly. The gun was sleek and slim – but it was fucking fast and lethal. Sully got the feeling that it was the perfect gun for this tough, sweet woman.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

Her eyes pinned on the SUV surrounded by the military’s high-power vehicles. She slowly sat down and lay on her stomach. Then, she adjusted the big gun in her arms skillfully. In her arms was the FN SCAR Sniper Support Rifle, one of the most long-ranged and accurate sniper riffle in the world that had 1000m point target. Steady, calm, deadly, and determined—Ashley aimed the sniper to the SUV. Through the high-precision lens, she waited patiently like a beast. Hardly blinking, her finger hovered over the trigger, ready to shoot anytime.

“Let me make one thing clear. Dove is going nowhere. She is my wife and the mother to my future children. She is a part of this great legacy and you are simply an outsider looking in. Why do you think that grandfather never gave you a spot in the business? Because even he knows that your blood is tainted and your mind soured. You don’t deserve the Scott legacy. If I am being completely honest, you don’t deserve anything good in this world. You humiliated my wife once before and now you want to do it again? Well, last time she had to fight this battle alone but I am here now and I am not the kind of man who likes to leave things unfinished. If you want war then I will drag you to the battlefi

Diego nodded excitedly, "GJ. Do you know what that means?" Shin shrugged, not understanding. "It's the brand name of the manufacturing company. Damn it, how am I supposed to know what it is? You're ... the staff who supplies the weaponry." Diego smiled widely, "GJ. Gardner, James. James Gardner. Your gun was made by James, senior." Shin was silent, seemingly trying to process the information. But after a few seconds he squealed, "Wait a minute! You mean James ... made my gun? He-"

GIN Bang! A shot penetrated the right shoulder of the female demon who was trying to prey on Casey. She bounced all the way to the back wall. "Never touch my girl with your dirty hands, she-devil!" I hissed angrily. "Gin?" Casey called. She looked at me in despair. Casey tried to get up while wiping the tears that were almost dripping from the edge of his coat sleeve. I continued walking past Casey. I approached the demon, who was curled up at the end of the hall while enduring the pain. The bullets I used were specially made to kill shadow creatures. Made from a mixture of silver and titanium.

She opened a cabinet I hadn’t noticed before. My stomach dropped as she laid out knives, bottles of clear liquid, and a gun. “Poison,” she mused. “Acid. Or the gun. Which do you prefer?” “Mrs Smith, please,” I begged, shaking uncontrollably. “It doesn’t have to be like this.” She picked up a knife, turning it thoughtfully. “Let’s see what a real blood type looks like.” Pain exploded across my shoulder. I screamed. She laughed and cut the other side.

Then he unlocked the safe and Elaine and I took out the rifles and laid them at the firing positions. The guns we use are just small-caliber target rifles, bolt-action, with traditional iron sights (no scopes). They would be almost useless for hunting anything bigger than a possum, but they are fun, well-maintained, and extremely accurate. If you miss your target at Camp Dickinger, it is not the gun's fault.

"Those stupid bastards. If they were going to ambush us, they should have at least brought a machine gun. What did they think they'd accomplish with mere handguns? Right, Valentine?" Jerry, seemingly completely at ease now that they were on the highway, asked in an excited voice. Eugene immediately frowned. An ambush with machine guns? If that had really happened, he'd be in the hospital now with holes all over his body, or packed into a body bag. Valentine silently disassembled the silver gun. A .45 caliber Colt Government. He seemed to have taken it from the dead Black gang member. Eugene cursed internally once when he recognized the type of gun the attacker had been firing, and then again