Let Freedom Ring With A Shotgun Blast Novels & Stories

He hits the gravel path with a heavy, wet thud that vibrates through the soles of my sandals. The world fractures into chaos. "Contact!" someone screams. The other three men freeze. They look at their fallen leader. They look at me—the mother in the cream linen dress holding a smoking submachine gun. They hesitate. That hesitation is their death sentence. "Burn them," Aureliano’s voice growls in my ear, a dark command that triggers the detonator in my left hand. I press the button. The stroller explodes. It isn't a fragmentation grenade; we didn't want shrapnel flying toward me. It is a flashbang, rigged with a concussive charge.

My scream pierced the air. "Release her!!" Arthur's voice was frantic as he fired his gun. "Da da da!" Gunfire erupted. Shadows darted past: Werewolf Guards, too quick to see, intercepting the bullets. Chaos erupted. Screams, gunshots, and the crash of breaking glass filled the air. Frederick, with me in tow, sent the special ops officer flying through a window with a single kick, the man's heavy body shattering the glass like a thrown doll.

Vivian screamed. Dominic didn't duck. He closed the distance, his large hand slamming over the chamber of the shotgun just as the guard pulled the trigger. The weapon discharged with a deafening, blinding flash, the blast grazing Dominic's forearm and spraying a mist of dark crimson across his white shirt. He didn't even flinch. His amber eyes remained dead locked on his target as he drove his fist straight into the guard's ballistic mask, fracturing the plastic and sending the man crashing unconscious into the wet concrete.

Time seemed to freeze as Winston crumpled to the ground, pain etched across his face, Worried itched into Adrian’s face, he walked to him, “fuck you are bleeding too much,” Taking his shirt off he, tightly wrapped it around his leg. Jack and Landon, lay on ground, bloodied and scarred, all of their men dead, Adrian’s three men remainded, standing beside him, but all of a sudden, Landon screamed “Purpose.” The sudden and explosive shotguns firing shattered the silence, as if the very air had been torn asunder. The initial discharge a deafening "crack" that echoed through the surroundings, a sound that struck at the senses “Fucking shotguns.”Adrian screamed,

She knew he was not one to be scared of anything, not even death. “You worthless fools! Protect Mrs. Gwake!” “Help! He’s going to kill her!” The other women started shrieking in panic. “What do you think I want?” Kaze raised his foot. “Don’t kill me!” Faith screamed, squeezing her eyes shut in fear. Smash! The shotgun, made entirely of metal, was crushed under Kaze’s foot. After a few seconds, Faith, still in shock, opened her eyes to see Kaze walking away. She felt an overwhelming sense of relief that she had survived.

Mikahil taunted. Ace's gaze shifted frantically between Allegra and Freya, a silent plea for deliverance echoing within his desperate eyes. Grasping the firearm, his hand shaking uncontrollably, he lifted it towards Freya, as his trembling finger inched closer to the trigger. He closed his eyes, shutting out the world as a deafening gunshot reverberated through the air, the sharp sound followed by the thud of impact echoing around him. Felix's cry pierced through the chaos, reaching deep inside him and causing his heart to shudder.

Laser sights pointed directly at Lorenzo. “FREEZE!” one shouted. “DROP YOUR WEAPON AND RELEASE HER NOW!”

The video disappeared and next a picture of Ice's gun came out. "This is the Mossberg 930 Snow Goose shotgun. The techniques on how to use this gun are easy, but the skill you should always remember, the gun you hold has Three skills." Said the Admiral and took out a picture. "First, it's like you're only using a normal soldier's gun because it comes out with ordinary ammunition." Admiral said and took the gun from Ice and had what was done to be two a shotgun he was holding. "Second, you can make two of these guns and the bullet that comes out of it is mixed with poisonous poison." The admiral said and re -symbolized the gun and it became a big gun that looked like a war gun.

Continuing to slither around them, she neared the conclusion of her monologue, “Until our bond is broken, or we separated by the boundaries of death, by this vow I swear forevermore.” Several members of audience hovering at the ready in case the need should arise for them to subdue her during the blessing. They relaxed as the dark fog began to dissipate. Clearing completely to reveal a simple stylized calla lily etched into the metal of the pistol, its stem stopping with a flourish near the butt of the gun. Peering at the symbol of their partnership, Allen and Chiri, seemed to express an equal amount of surprised at its delicate appearance, before removing themselves from the platform. Somew

Total darkness. A single gunshot rang out.