Magic Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

“Then we saw one of the Hummers was off to the side, I guess there was supposed to be someone manning it but no one claimed it. So we just figured we would fill it.” “And we loaded it up with supplies from the Vampire Kings castle. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff that they had in the storerooms. I mean, all kinds of silver weapons. Felicity couldn’t touch any of it but we all are pretty immune.” I just stared at them, in both shock and awe. Walking around the vehicle, I opened up the back and sure enough, there were tons of weapons, silver tipped or completely made of silver. There was also a couple crates of what looked like holy water bombs. My mom had told me about them and that th

Nikita chuckled. "Sambora." She whispered. Maggie turned back swiftly and a harpoon pierced into her side. She gasped loudly raised her head up. Gunmen one has masks were headed for her all equipped with Paraffal Rifle. "Shit!" Maggie cursed and jumped over Nikita running with her cuffed hand but she almost ran into another set of gunmen who opened fire at her. She bounced on a wood and rolled repeatedly in the air dodging the bulles until she landed.

I had a gun with me but I didn’t have any bullets that would kill a vampire. Penny nudged me to get my attention. Looking at her, she held out her hand and looked down. There, in her hand, were exactly two bullets. Magnesium ones. That was just what I needed. I gave her a questioning look, but she shook me off. Instead, she pushed them into my hand and turned back around.

I abandon the stash collection of numerous zigzagged bladed twin daggers I was gawking at and begin heading towards her. Sometimes, I get too lost in my head whenever I am talking about weapons. When I reach her, she points at the array of a few oddly shaped, bogus fat guns before us that I have never seen before. They are just five. Their barrels have very transparent curved channels that look like empty see-through water pipes, transversing all way from the mouth of their barrels throughout the rest of their bodies. “What are these?” I ask, lifting my hands to touch them. “They do not have a name yet, but I love calling them the ‘Blitz’ because of the swift balls of molten silver they can

He pulls open more crates, exposing everything and every type. “The package comes with hand pistols, automatic rifles (AR), small machine guns (SMG), and long machine guns (LMG),” Elena interprets smoothly, nodding her head at his French and relating the information back to me. “J'ai aussi apporté quelques favoris pour vous, votre spécialité. Il tend la main dans l'une des caisses. Une mitraillette Thompson à crête dorée.” He pulls out a gun from one of the wooden containers, a sly smile on his face.

I pressed my hand to the door, eyes narrowing as I focused on the energy within. “On my mark,” I whispered. The powder pulsed blue. Now. We pushed open the door. No sound. No flare of warning magic. Just the soft creak of ancient wood and a rush of dust. Inside? Weapons. Racks of them. Spears, swords, short axes, and daggers. Rows of quivers. Bows carved from Northern icewood, their strings coated in silver dust. For a moment, we just stood there. Not in awe. In purpose.

She only smiled wider. Mr. Yellow scrambled beside me, now wearing war goggles and dragging a mana rifle three times his size. “Okay. Okay. Scale of one to ‘we’re all going to die,’ how bad do you think this is?” “Ten,” I growled, charging another blast of storm magic. Carrotini, smudged with soot and sauce, wheeled up in a stolen soup pot like a war chariot. “Permission to trigger the cheese cannon?” “We have a cheese cannon?” I asked, dizzy from blood loss.

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

I ran to where I knew Falcon would be standing with his back to us and I moved out of sight from where the gunman would shoot him. I closed my eyes briefly. I didn’t have much power left; I had used a lot of magic earlier in the night, and now, to keep the three of us concealed for so long in another realm. I could hear him as he moved slowly along the containers. I held my breath as he came around the corner with his rifle raised, and he squeezed the trigger.

We put on our goggles, head-pieces and gloves and made our way towards the counter where Charles provided us with our guns. "Which model is this?" Trevor asked as he ran his fingers over the metallic body of pistol. "Automag Four, .45 Winchester Magnum Cartridge." I responded. Trevor nodded in approval, "I personally prefer 5 but this will do nicely too." I grinned. "You know, I kept the bullet from the first time you taught me how to shoot."