Matan Shooter Novels & Stories

Matthew said shooting back making the door have many holes “ Matthew, take cover and stop trying to shoot back , I don't want you dying yet . “ Emily shouted at Matthew “ Shut up for a minute. I need to concentrate here , I already shot two .” Mathew shouted at her back “ Already shot two. This isn't how I planned my life.” Emily said almost shedding tears but was too nervous to do so “ Me neither .” Matthew replied still shooting at the door “ Retreat !! .” The man at the other side of the door shouted and the shooting ceased.

Nico murmured, already moving. We split again—flanking, surrounding, suffocating. I stayed where Luca told me to, half-buried in shadow. But I watched. Two guards. One on the left, one pacing. Matteo moved like the wind. Quiet. Deadly. The first man didn’t even have time to scream. The second raised his gun—and I raised mine. I didn’t hesitate. The shot cracked across the water, clean and precise. He dropped. The silence after was louder than the gunfire.

Then he raised his gun. But Amara was faster. The shot cracked through the air. Matteo stumbled — once, twice — then fell. When the smoke cleared, she was standing over him. Her hands shook, but her aim had been perfect. Matteo looked up at her with something almost like peace. “You did what you had to,” he whispered. She knelt beside him, pressing a trembling hand against his chest as the light left his eyes. “I never wanted this,” she murmured. His lips curved in a faint smile. “You always did.”

"Multiple shooters." My heart hammered violently against my ribs. I froze in my chair, the silver pen slipping from my fingers and dropping onto the desk with a sharp clack. Those aren't fireworks, I realized, the cold reality hitting me like a slap in the face. Those are actual gunshots. Matteo didn't panic. He moved with a terrifyingly calm speed. He slammed his desk drawer open, pulling out a heavy, dark pistol of his own. He stood up, kicking his leather chair backward, and rounded the desk in two strides.

“Now, charge at me.” Matthan steels himself and launches himself at her with his jaws open wide to take a bite out of her, but as he clamps his jaw closed all he gets is air. He halts in confusion until we feel a hard shove come at us from the side throwing us sideways like we’ve been hit by a battering ram. Matthan goes tumbling, his entire left flank aching, yet he manages to get to his feet and shake himself off. 'Good thing we remembered to put our block up,' I say with relief.

Vincent said " Come, the fun won't wait." I said Matilda and I ran into the house hand in hand as we covered each other by shooting whoever we saw. " Hey, pussy" I shouted " I think he is scared." Matilda said " I'm here, Marco." He said I looked at him " I will destroy your happiness as you did to me." He yelled as he pulled his gun and fired But No! I heard two guns fired at the same time, we have someone else here, from behind, the glass is just a block to make us not see the second shooter. I'm not his goal... Ohh no, Matilda.

She was ready to fight When the chapel doors slammed open. Matteo. He filled the doorway like a storm, his presence devouring the room. His gun was already raised, his eyes finding the assassin with the speed of a predator scenting blood. The assassin moved quickly, desperate but Matteo was quicker. His first shot shattered the silence, exploding into the marble column beside the killer’s head. The second tore through the man’s shoulder, spinning him with a guttural cry. But Matteo didn’t finish him with a bullet. No, he wanted blood.

Then took a few steps back before focusing my gaze on her, “I am my mom’s daughter.” With that, I fished the gun that was tucked into the back of my waistband and then fired at the half-dead body on the other side of the basement. The sound of the gun going off rang in the dense basement, I fired, and I didn’t stop until the gun was empty. And 18 rounds later, Matteo was fuckin’ dead. May he rot in hell! “Noooooooooooooooooo…” Julia shrieked covering her ears in shock as her eyes remained glued on the corpse of Matteo.

He pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed like a final judgment. Warren Blackwell’s reign ended in fire and blood. Even as Kane stood over Warren’s corpse, Matteo knelt beside Lucien, pressing his hands desperately against the wound in his chest. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining the floor. “Stay with me!” Matteo roared. “Don’t you dare leave us!” Rem, who had stood frozen at the doorway, finally raised his weapon. His shot struck Warren’s corpse just a second too late — a useless echo of vengeance. But it mattered. To him, it mattered. His sister’s tormentor was gone.

Naomi pleaded. "Go, Nana. Leave me, save yourself." Young Abby could not continue running, her leg hurts and she was afraid the men chasing after them would catch them. "No. I promised my mother. I'm gonna stand by you till I die. No." Naomi protested. Just when she was about to help her up, Abby heard a gunshot. It was as if her breath seized after she saw the red blood oozing out of Naomi's heart. Naomi's lifeless body fell on the ground and there was horror in the young child's eyes. Another shot came on young Abby. It didn't take long before her eyelids closed up, giving herself to utter darkness.