Magic Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

"Dryads are generally timid and their magic is low class compared to that of a sidhe, much less a royal sidhe." "You should know better than anyone that the amount of magic a person holds has nothing to do with their capability to commit murder." My father was already pulling out his extinguisher gear from the little closet in the left wall. He laid a mini crossbow on the desk and followed it up with a quiver of iron-tipped arrows and an iron knife. Guns were dangerous around fairies, even when filled with iron bullets. A lot of fairy magic was born of the elements and when fire is used in a particular way—such as igniting all of the bullets in a gun at once—it could make a weapon explode; h

I was still unpacking the supply of weapons Tamara and Andrew gave me when they left me here to my own fate . My new Arsenal was enough to take out a pack of Rouges with all kinds of guns ranging from pistols, glocks , revolvers down to Assault riffles and sniper gears . And a set of silver katanas, silver bullets , wolves bane bullets , mountain ash , bows and arrows , even the supernatural poison that comes with a syringe set . I personally don’t even know what it’s made of . ‘’Does Xavier know you have all this in here ? ‘’ Lydia asked picking up an arrowhead

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

“You can pick whatever you want,” All of the guns in here were old models but they were all oiled up and well maintained. “What kind of powers?” he mumbled picking up a rifle. The handle was made out of wood with engravings on it. The symbols weirdly looked similar to the ones his mother had drawn on that box. ‘Time preservation spell, neat,’ “Is that your choice? You have to write down your name and your choice of weapons. The guns had to be returned in ten days and the bullets used has to be reported,” Killian handed him a ledger-like book.

"Are you mad!? Did you sincerely need her to drink your blood!?" Anna stated coldly. Pointing her gun at Raven's brow without hesitation. Unlike the police's well-known problem S&W M3913 or the SIG Sauer P230JP, this gun had a fashionable layout and turned golden all over. It turned into included ornamental styles of angel wings and pass motifs. Custom made. The muzzle nearly seemed as even though it fired lasers in place of bullets. As a deadly weapon, its layout turned into pretty intricate. "What's that... Where did you draw it out from!?"

“Step aside. We’re not here for you.” Ranger just shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he growled. “You don’t think so?” the leader snickered and the rest of the Domineers laughed along with him. He gave a nod to the man at the far right of the line up, who nodded back and then produced a very strange looking gun from the back of his waist. Ranger observed as he then took from his belt an object that vaguely resembled a drum magazine and fitted it firmly at the back of the weapon’s body, pointing it directly at Ranger.

I said to Dax. “Figured.” Dax was adding the last of his guns and knives to his own straps. “I don’t know if we will need these since we will be fighting magic but I have a feeling she will have men that are under her spell as protection.” “Most likely. We have bullets that will only leave one hell of a bruise but won’t actually kill them. I will get you some on the way there.” I had finished braiding my hair to the side as I talked.

Her eyes are so intense that she must believe the water will freeze if her glare is fierce enough. "Try to channel your energies from your core into your hand, like a current." An idea comes to mind, and I gaze down at my mate with curiosity flaring within me. "Why don't you try to do something about the water—try setting it on fire." Raven laughs. "You can't set water on fire." "No, but perhaps focusing your magic will cause it to freeze rather than burn." Raven's face lights up, and I hold back a groan. The radiant happiness and those eyes filled with excitement make me want to push her up against the nearest tree. I want to hear her scream my name, say how much she needs me down there.

she said to him sharply, as she backed toward the doorway. “Think again,” he growled as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a silver gun, similar to the one that was used to shoot me. At first, he pointed it at her, and she looked pissed by the gesture, but then he whipped around and had it pointing straight at my head. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight an entire house of witches; they were powerful beings and even a vampire's magic was no match against the magic of a coven. He cocked the gun and grinned.

August's POV I just ignored the evil looks that Scarlet was throwing at me. No one has yet died from the evil eye. He might even get sore eyes because of what he does. We are here again in the training room and there are different guns on the long table. There are snipers, M16, shotguns, and caliber 45 pistols. Draco said we're going to do disarming. They wanted to see how fast we are to disassemble a gun. I just looked at the guns. This is not new to me because it is one of the training at PMA and it was not easy because the grade depends on whether you can pass or not. I am confident that I can do it easily.