Magic Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

"I was hoping you'd be willing to help." "Of course. Whatever you need, genie." She came over and rested her hands on our shoulders. "Tell me." *** The spell Laeddin talked of creating would be used to form a weapon. Complete, the weapon would bind with the user. The materials included the scale of a dragon, the eye of an elf, a piece of unicorn horn, the pinkie finger of a troll, a fairy heart, the essence of a vampire, and the blood of a slaughterer. "Something from each of the seven magics," my mom said, giving me a sideways glance.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

"No, it's true enough. It's not something to worry about though. Do you know how hard it is to make silver bullets? Silver birdshot is much easier and a lot more dangerous. Mostly, it's not an issue because the general public doesn't believe in werewolves. Silver bullets aren't in high demand. You might want to keep that in mind though when you're buying jewelry. Make sure you buy gold and not silver." "Why silver though? What's so special about it?" Derek shrugged, "No one knows. There's a lot of good old-fashioned magic involved in being a werewolf. There isn't always a logical, scientific reason for how things work in our world. For instance, how come you'll never have to shave your legs

I just followed behind him till we came to another room, which he unlocked and when we got in, my breath got caught in my throat. There were about a million special guns —very different from the few hunting guns I had seen in my father’s old records. “Are these guns?” I asked. I had to be sure before jumping into conclusions. “Yes, special designs I created two years ago…” he whispered like someone who was in a trance. “Each is laced with wolfsbane and silver, strong enough to kill even the strongest of wolves. It might take a few bullets to permanently put down a Lycan, but it is just as effective…”

The other one was shaking in his skin, terrified about what Jazzy was about to do. She used the force of her magic to grab his neck and lift him off the ground without even touching him. He couldn’t breathe. He was choking and gagging, trying to get a breath of fresh air, but just as he was about to pass out from loss of oxygen, Jazzy twisted her hand and snapped his neck, killing him instantly. The one who was holding the gun dropped the gun and looked as if he was about to run away. But Jazzy used her force of magic to stop him and keep him frozen in place.

Henry remarked with a smile. He had considered luring Saxon into a trap, evacuating all Ghost Gang and First Terrorist Organization members from Jeddah, leaving only Camellia and Rose. He was genuinely surprised that Saxon hadn't acted. "Conquering the world, of course, the beauty is a given," Edward replied casually. Henry agreed, and then Edward asked, "The batch of firearms from last time hasn't been crafted yet, right?" "The high-speed magnetic wave gun? We managed to craft one," Henry pouted, "The designs you made were quite complex, many turned out to be failures. Only one was a success, but it'll be easier to craft more in the future."

Mafia men and their massive egos. “You think I can’t?” He spat, standing up and walking closer to me. As soon as he was within arms reach, I turned off the light, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. I heard the gun drop to the ground. I located it with my foot and pushed it backwards. I twisted his entire arm to his back and kicked him. As soon as I heard the loud thud, I turned the lights back on, brighter ones this time and saw the man groaning in pain on the ground. Bending down to pick the gun, I checked for bullets and sure enough, it was loaded. “Thanks for the gift.” I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse.

And I think the others in this house also aren’t. I hid numerous daggers in my outfit, and also brought a small pistol with iron bullets. I was told by Macky earlier that iron bullets hurt twice than normal bullets and are totally effective on witches and warlocks. I didn’t know this at first because we mainly use poisoned arrows back in Arizona. I have a strong feeling we’re going to catch dangerous people in that church. It doesn’t hurt to be careful and prepared. I kept my long black hair down and just combed it.

“I know this is going to be hard to believe, Grayson, but those wolves are our neighbors.” Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at me for a long time, not blinking before she said, “Say what now?” “I know it’s hard to wrap your mind around. Just like the fact that you just saw me shoot a fireball out of my hand. But it’s true. They are shifters. And I’m a mage.” “A what?” she asked, wrinkling her face up at me. “A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.”