Gunsmith Cats Rally Novels & Stories

I kicked it open and leaped against the wall as the shots came. I exhaled slowly and checked the clip before correcting my grip on the Glock and lunging out. I took one down, then Ferro, Rowan, Remo, and others joined, taking care of the rest. I saw a few of those fuckers running toward a narrow path between the barracks and followed them. The path opened to the large courtyard crowded with the renegades. A few vans were parked in the middle, and the fuckers were getting in. I was about to open fire, but then I saw Konstantin Nikitin and the guy with the snake tattoo, dragging Catherine toward one of the cars…

With no one else left, the zombies lifted their heads, sniffed the air— and turned toward me. The three cats woke at the same time. Bubba's eyes snapped open—clear gold, cold underneath. They stretched, paws sliding forward in one long, lazy reach. Then they kicked off and shot toward the door. Every alarm in my head went off. I grabbed Bubba and Missy with both hands. "Don't be reckless. They might not even find us. If you run out there, you die. It's the apocalypse—we play it safe. We have to."

DOOM’S POV I adjusted the collar on my shirt, black silk stretched over muscle, the sleeves rolled just enough to show the serpent tattoo that curled down my forearm. The night was dressed in silence, only the low hum of the estate’s security system breaking through. My Glock rested on the desk beside me, fully loaded, because no good date ever started without a gun nearby... That's just my opinion. I wasn’t a romantic guy, far from it but for Sally, I would pretend to be. She deserved one quiet night.

“Right. Maybe a rodeo goat named Montana, but a rodeo queen? Come on, Colt, you’re full of shit.” “No, I ain’t.” “So when did you polish Miss Montana’s crown, stud?” “Last weekend. After the Jackson County Rodeo dance.” Dance. Never catch him at a damn dance. Carter dabbed cerulean on the canvas and dragged his brush through it before he shifted the receiver. “Where?” “In Elk City.” “That’s where your dreams are takin’ place now? Elk City?” “Asshole. No. I was in Kane’s horse trailer in Elk City, Montana.”

Ralph The long-awaited day of the meeting had finally arrived. I was set to claim my new breeder from the Moonlight pack, the daughter of Alpha Grayson. The Greyhound pack and the Moonlight pack had been at odds for five years after a tragic incident in which my brother was killed by a Moonlight pack guard. This event ignited a deep-seated animosity in me, fueling my desire for revenge. However, I eventually sought to establish peace through a strategic agreement with Alpha Grayson. In exchange for his daughter's hand as my breeder, I would forgive the past and end the longstanding feud.

he says just as a big cat comes barrelling out of the auditorium and gun fire ripples through the air. The tiger cross panther, I think, swipes at men and women as we move closer and we slip past it and into the auditorium. My breath hitches as I see Harmony in lingerie that doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, things I should only ever see her in. She is on the stage with a gun to her head. Some man is behind her and Rebel has Felicity in the same position with a gun to her head. I can see the women from the Mother’s Revenge have Hank and several big wigs on their knees.

"Kyle's sister and Olivia's best friend." Nakos, mouth grim, tried to round Mae, but she grabbed his arm. "Listen to me." She made a sound of duress. "After we phoned the doc, Amy's husband Chris showed up. With a gun. He has the girls in the barn. I called Rip, but he's thirty minutes out on a traffic problem." Nate's heart stopped so fast, it left skid marks. Obviously having heard enough, Nakos stalked to the ATV, pulled a revolver from the bag, detached a rifle from the back, and handed the smaller piece to Nate. "You go in the front. I'll head around back. We'll cover both sides."

Catherine drove to the vantage point. After scanning around, she spotted an area with slightly different colors beneath a grove of trees in the distance. It turned out to be a person in a ghillie suit! Catherine had a lazy and casual expression, but her eyes were cold, revealing a hint of pride and mischief in her character. After spotting her target, Catherine's slightly pursed lips twisted into a wicked smile. She slowly pulled the trigger! Bang! The game ended while the gunshot was still echoing. For a moment, Bryan and the others didn't realize what had happened.

It seemed evident now that they needed to shoot this beast before it ended all of them. Swinging her gun around so that the nozzle was pointed at the beast, Mist readied her trigger finger. Adam had to assume she’d already taken the safety off so that if the cat took a step toward them, or coiled its muscles to lunge, Mist would shoot it enough times to render it useless--or it would take her out first while the rest of them scrambled to get their guns at the ready.

"Oh, hell! I gotta get my rolls outta the oven. You girls go get a drink and enjoy yourselves. We'll dig in soon." Brat and I made our way to the back porch, and each got a cold beer. We joined Red and Gunner. Red had a big smile on his face. "What're you so happy about?" Brat asked him. "You'll see in a minute," Gunner said, glancing across the yard at Bonnie talking to the other Blood Dogs officers. So far, the Blood Dogs and the Howlers were keeping their distance. At least until the blonde girl that rode there with Cyrus walked over to us.