Magic Fantasy Guns Novels & Stories

He took down three people every fifteen seconds. Louisa held her big gun. She was on the podium and was shooting people from up there, showing them who was boss. Tiana was using her two blades to take the soldiers down. She would throw one into a soldier and the magic blade would come back to her like a boomerang. The way the team saw magic as unbelievable was the way the crew saw technology as crazy. Slayman was using his two pocket guns to shoot anyone in sight. Sword against gun was like a rat trying to fight a snake. He was taking them down for fun.

he replied so I nodded. “Okay, I understand that,” I said. "So you are all cleared on your position, but I will repeat that we should be focused on the target so we should practice on how to fight in case there is trouble," said Max. "So will there be a wrestling?" Alas asked. "All you have to do is practice using a gun," Max replied. To my surprise, Max pulled out a large box and saw that it was full of guns and bullets. "Nice! So let's practice!" excited said, Magnus. We stood up and Flynn and I looked at each other for a while but we avoided each other first. Magnus took out something and it was full of blades so it caught my attention.

He said as we walked out of the base. The jeeps were loaded with several weapons, guns, grenades, and bazookas. These were not normal weapons. Our Mafia focused on modifying weapons by turning them into deadly machines that can injure a shifter. We found a way to make silver bullets and incorporate wolfsbane into the explosives. Anything was possible in the Mafia world so we had to be prepared in case we find ourselves in a war. Although I highly doubted if the guns could have any effect on Ramsey. He managed to move past our pack magic barrier without being detected, I wondered what kind of being he is.

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

Lucas grabs him by the throat, lifting him into the air, flashing his fangs and looking just at terrifying as the wendigo. Three more humans move in, two with guns and another with a crossbow. “Let him go,” one of them orders, and his voice is vaguely familiar. “This gun is loaded with silver bullets with a wooden core. Unless you want to be nothing but goo on the forest floor, you let him go right now, you son of a bitch.” I jump forward, putting my back to Lucas’s and holding up my hands. “Stop,” I say, heart racing. “Put your guns down or I eviscerate you where you stand.”

Yet only a handful got to use them. My guns were even more special as the guns themselves were made from a special silver alloy, the same as the sword blade in fact. That wasn’t the case for any other invocate. It was mostly just symbolic, but it also had a practical effect. Shifters and wolves would burn if they touched the guns directly. If they touched it with some layer of clothing it would still affect them, but the effects would be a lot slower.

Slowly the marks dim back to their normal blue glow. "Sorry," she whispers. "I'm trying to control it." "I know you are honey. But trying ain't good enough. Not with these stakes." "So what do we do?" "Fight. But smart. Moon Guard got magic but they ain't invincible. They bleed like anyone else." "You know how to kill them?" "Used to be one remember? Know all their tricks. Their weaknesses too." Marcus walks to his bag and pulls out a bunch of weird looking weapons. Knives with curved blades. Some kind of crossbow made of white wood. Little glass bottles filled with silver liquid.

"They're surrounding the mansion. Military training, supernatural weapons, orders to take me alive if possible but dead works too." Magnus was already moving, hitting the alarm button on his desk. The pack siren wailed through the mansion, three long blasts that meant imminent attack. But something else was happening. The closer the mercenaries got, the more my skin felt like it was on fire. Power crackled through my veins, and I could taste electricity in the air. "How many?" Magnus demanded, pulling weapons from a hidden cabinet. "Twelve. Maybe fifteen." I concentrated harder, trying to sort through the flood of hostile minds. "They have silver nets, wolfsbane darts, and something called a

This time, the decor was actually to my taste. Deep royal purple, mixed with cream colored finishes, and darker toned furniture. I nodded at the game station, and sat on the bed. Curiosity made me pull open the bedside drawer. Guns. Three of them with their accompanying magazines. Second one, daggers. More laughter bubbled in my throat, and rolled out in vigorous waves. He was trying. Trying too hard. My fingers drifted over the guns. “Zarek, you're really bold. Aren't you afraid that I will use the guns you provided to blow your brain apart?”

“Our ruling council lost their Mage representative because he bungled handling a cursed journal. Now he’s getting the mage version of medical help for it. I know the mage that is taking over his duties until he gets better. He also the leading authority on life/death magic. It’s also called blood magic, and just so you know, its practice in any form or under any name is outlawed. So, if we find that these assholes are still active, we need to back off and call in the mage exterminators.” “Exterminators? I’ll see if I can get Hal to copy the photos as soon as you have service.” “Experts trained on taking down this type of criminal. They are the mage version of an enforcer. I have no protectio