Izuku X Nagant Novels & Stories

Standing in the doorway—Antonio Franches, gun raised, his gaze cold and murderous. "Touch her again, and I’ll send you straight to hell." The Final Standoff Antonio’s custom Desert Eagle-Silencer was locked onto Renjiro’s head. The tension in the room was suffocating, every breath heavy, every second stretched thin. Cassandra could hear the pounding of her own heart, still trapped in Renjiro’s iron grip. Renjiro—known for his merciless brutality, for his fearless nature—smirked. Slowly, he unsheathed his prized katana, the blade gleaming under the dim lighting.

He spent most of the time cleaning and reassembling the black fire-stick that he called the Nagant. Svetlana was repulsed by its oily sheen that resembled an Enemy’s skin, its aura of sly darkness. She had seen how deadly it could be, but Andrei told her that it only held two more shots to fire. What use was such a weapon compared with the generosity of Light? But Svetlana did not tell him that. The distance between them seemed to be growing with every empty minute they spent waiting for the train that did not come.

Izzy says as she steps closer to her. "You think you can handle both of us?" Izzy asks, trailing one finger down the middle of Starlight's body. "All three of us are going up there?" Starlight asks, her shocked face making me laugh. "Yup." Izzy pops the P at the end, before taking the blunt from me and inhaling deeply. She hands it back to me and turns to face Starlight.