Matan Shooter Novels & Stories

Lena gripped Cove’s arm. “Cove,” Lena said softly. “He is stalling. We cannot afford to wait. Take the shot. End it.” Cove exhaled slowly. “I trust you, Eli. If you say it is safe.” Eli’s voice came back, strained but clear. “It is safe. The monitor is on his chest. Shoot the left leg. Knee or thigh. Fast and clean. No killing him. Just incapacitate.” Cove raised the gun higher, aimed carefully. The red laser dot danced across Matteo’s leg. Matteo’s eyes widened for the first time.

The warehouse exploded into violence. Gunshots deafened me. Matteo moved like a storm—dropping one man with a precise headshot, then tackling another who tried to flank us. I grabbed the pistol from the floor and fired at a shadow rushing toward me. The recoil jarred my injured side, sending white-hot pain through my ribs, but I kept shooting. A man screamed as my bullet caught his leg.

another suggested with a leering grin. Just as the uncomfortable situation escalated, one of them noticed Stuart and recoiled in fear. "Who's this?" he stammered, eyeing Stuart with trepidation. "Pardon the intrusion, but my boyfriend's been shot. He's dying. Please, you have to help us," Christi implored desperately. "Help you? Do we appear benevolent to you?" they retorted, inching closer. Regret laced her words as she appealed, "I understand, but I'm left with no alternatives."

“Now Andy, bring him here.” Carlos wasn’t a very intelligent man. He acted on his fear and rage. Without thinking, he barked orders to his men. “Shoot them! Kill them all!” Instantly, Matt pulled the trigger and shot Carlos dead on the spot, the bullet hitting smack between the man’s eyes. A second later, he pulled another gun from inside his jacket. With the two weapons in hand, he went all out and started shooting, bullets flying in every direction.

She moved slowly to see the situation. "You killed Denada?" Matteo asked and I didn't answer. "Thank you, I hate that woman.. but now.. I have to kill you. Come out, Danielle." I heard him saying it in a creepy tone. I saw Bella taking something out from her pocket and putting it to her gun. She stood up but in front of her was a wall. I looked at her confused but once she shot the gun. The bullet went straight into the wall and I heard Matteo screaming in pain. Bella chuckled and turned to me. She then proceed to shot Matteo again and he's dead.

"There isn't." Another silence, this one heavier with shared understanding. Two people who'd lost their mates, standing in a hallway discussing gardens and grief. Except one of them had ordered the other's mate killed.

My heart pounds. I whip around, searching for the shooter. My eyes land on a figure in the distance. Asher. My breath stutters. He’s standing there, gun raised, eyes locked past my shoulder. Another shot fires. “Asher!” I scream. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even look at me. Another bullet, flying so close I swear it grazes my sleeve. I stumble forward. “Stop! What the hell are you doing?!” He reloads his gun, his expression blank. The moment his fingers leave the trigger, I move.

Matthias reached into the small of his back and pulled out a second gun, one Oscar hadn't even noticed he was carrying. "You know what? Let’s ditch the old-fashioned way. Same outcome regardless." Matthias said. Without a second of hesitation, Matthias pulled the trigger. The gunshot cracked through the cold night air. The force of the bullet sent Oscar spinning backward. He hit the water with a heavy splash, the black tide swallowing him instantly. “Now, where’s the girl?” He straightened his coat, and walked back toward the warehouse, leaving the ghost of his brother behind for the second and final time.

I grab Tony’s gun and aim at Matteo. Standing there as naked as the day I was born, my hands are shaking as Matteo steps again, his hands raised. I don’t move, I just watch him. I move the gun and fire. The bullet whizzes past his head. He stops when I’m tackled and the gun ripped from my hands.

human. "Mate!" My wolf growled.