Let Freedom Ring With A Shotgun Blast Novels & Stories

She raised the pistol, steady now, her breath ragged but certain. Marcus sneered, spitting blood. “You don’t have it in you—” The sound of the pistol being cocked silenced him. Rhett’s eyes stayed on her, pride burning through the fire in his chest. This wasn’t vengeance anymore. This was freedom. The gunshot echoed like thunder, rolling through the slaughterhouse, rattling the chains overhead.

"If you truly believed that you possessed the strength or intelligence to seize control over even a single inch of this country, you were sorely mistaken. Now, it's time for you to meet your maker." I gracefully moved out of the way, diverting my complete focus to Emily. My hands, fueled by a mix of urgency and nervousness, trembled as I struggled to free her from the rough and hastily fashioned restraints. The cacophony of gunshots reverberated through the atmosphere, each discharge blending seamlessly with the next, creating an orchestral symphony of chaos and precision. The sound carried an eerie harmony, as if fate itself had composed this deadly melody, punctuating the pivotal moment wi

I shook my head—don’t—small enough only she could see. Liam’s eyes flicked sideways; he’d caught the exchange. “Your friends are loyal. Shame they can’t protect you from yourself.” And then everything exploded. --- A crack of brush to my right—Rowe burst out, pistol raised. In the same breath, two things happened: Liam hurled a silver disk underhand—like skipping a stone. I recognized it: a flash-bang. “Down!” I shouted. Liz dove. Rowe fired—but the blast detonated first: a hammer of white-light and concussive thunder. My vision blanked; my eardrums rang. I hit the path hard, the scent of scorched granite filling my nose.

My fingers were cold and shaking, yet I didn't move the gun away from him for a second, fearing he would take the chance to grab the weapon from me and reverse the situation. “Untie yourself, Grey,” I told him. My eyes remained locked on Ash as I removed the ring from my finger and tossed it to where Grey was seated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pick up the ring, push the button, and the dagger popped up. He began to cut the rope with the small dagger. “Damn, how did you manage to cut the rope with this?” he mumbled under his breath as he continued to cut.

She shut her eyes tightly. A gunshot sounded. BANG!!!

She was about to say something before she passed out in my arms. Just before I could lift her up from where she was lying, I felt pain explode in my back as I stumbled forward. I turned to see the ringmaster had a weapon in his hand—a gun. I had heard of it. Foreign nations had started using it. They were fast, more effective than knives and arrows, but they were slow. One would need to reload, and that would take a long time.

“I didn’t not ask you to speak.” In my own peripheral vision, I could see Roger struggling to break free from the chains that’s restricting all of his limbs. Thankfully, the chains were thick enough that it’s been doing a pretty decent job at holding him down. However, once he turns, he’ll most definitely gain a whole new surge of renewed strength and he might break the walls. “Valerie, the shotgun.” The scarred woman yelled pointing at the shotgun lying idly on the wooden chair. “That’s the last bullet.”

I had thought I would spend some time looking for that ring, but it turns out Seven wore it everywhere he went. With my eyes on the prize, I moved closer to Seven. The gun was pointed at his right chest now. He was still standing. However, I had no fear that he would be able to attack me now. The wolfsbane-laced silver bullets were doing the trick. I pulled the trigger once again. A bullet instantly pierced Seven's chest. Seven immediately stiffened. Pain, surprise, and more pain widened his eyes. He clutched his chest again as blood oozed out of it. I immediately seized the opportunity to pull the ring off his finger.

"It’s a promise. It’s a weight. In medicine, we use weights to keep things steady. I need you to be the weight for the world." June reached out. She couldn’t touch his skin, but she touched his soul. She wrapped her misty fingers around the ring and poured a tiny drop of silver ink into the metal. The ring didn’t turn into a weapon. It just became heavy—so heavy, Dante’s arm dropped. "Dante, run into the water!" June ordered. "The lightning’s coming from the sea. If you can ground the Spark through the ring, you can stop the poison!" "I’ll drown, June!" Dante stared at the black, boiling waves.

The gunshot rang out. Everything went black.