Matans Shooter Novels & Stories

It’s just a flicker of power but…it’s still power. “Got you,” I grinned at myself and clicked the gun. The silver bullets are waiting to dive deep in their flesh, making Hestia and Aneliesse gasp in their place. Boom— Blood flowed from Hestia’s companion. Analiesse was shot by me. Her shriek echoed in the sleepy forest. My hands were shaking from anticipation to kill them both. But not yet. Hestia stood there, her defiant smirk like a spark igniting the embers of my unmatched fury. “No,” it was all she muttered.

Now, we were tired, wet, and half-naked, staring down the barrel of a gun. Anxiety seized my heart in an icy grip, and all the relaxation I’d gained from the bath evaporated. Clutching my towel around my chest, I stepped in front of Griff, trying to create a barrier between him and the gunman. My wet hair streamed water into my eyes, and I swiped it out of my face. Griff snarled. “Get behind me.” “It’s not me they want,” I said. “Listen to your mate, woman,” the gunman snarled in a familiar deep voice.

"Athena…" "Do you want to hear what I found out or not?!" I snapped, losing my patience. He was starting to fret like I was a weak little girl again, and I absolutely hated when he did that. Because contrary to whatever he thought, it did make me feel weak, I did not enjoy feeling weak. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Okay, what did you find?" "Thank you," I replied. "The shooter is a man, young, white."

He just needed to control himself , Ryan wanted him to attack first . “This isn't getting us anyway , where is the fun I was expecting? Are you going to shoot or not .” Ryan said seriously Matthew was caught off guard when a bullet hit his legs. “Weakling .”

he announces. My voice oozes with defiance as I respond, "Do whatever you want, but remember this: I won't let myself become a weapon against my father." Mat's eyes sweep over the room, his gaze fixating on his comrades. A mischievous grin forms before he starts moving towards me, stumbling like a drunkard. When he reaches me, he kneels down, pointing his gun.

Still, at that moment, Matías took a long jump, falling beside them, and in just a fraction of seconds, he shot all three. Two of them were dead, while Colonel Alberd was on the floor with a wound on the shoulder, leg, and both hands. I looked at him again, and then I turned my gaze to Matías. It was almost superhuman what he did. In just moments, he had fired precisely six times.

She dropped instantly as two more shots rang out. Matteo returned fire toward the ridge. Lucien kicked open the door, ducked low, drew his Glock, and moved to flank. The shooter above moved into position— —and was met with a bullet between the eyes from Matteo’s second shot. Lucien fired toward the west ridge. The man with the launcher misfired, the missile veering off-course and exploding into the hill. Seraphina slid across the seat, seized Lucien’s backup pistol, and popped up just long enough to tag the third attacker’s leg.

“You think she’ll thank you for putting a bullet in her brain?” “I’m saving her!” Matt sobbed. “From you!” “Then look at her,” I challenged. “Look at what you’ve done to the woman you love.” Matt hesitated. His eyes flickered down to Eliana’s face for a fraction of a second. It was all I needed. Bang. The shot didn’t come from me. It came from the catwalk. Christian. The bullet struck Matt’s right shoulder, shattering the bone. Matt screamed, the gun flying from his hand as he spun around from the impact. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder.

Matheus couldn’t keep himself upright and collapsed, blood running down his leg, his body succumbing to the pain. "It seems that I will have to do this myself, won't I?" Braston said, pressing the gun against Matheus's head. Matheus closed his eyes, resigned to the mercy blow that seemed inevitable. "You just had to leave my family alone, brother... Goodbye," he murmured coldly. His finger was already on the trigger when the sharp sound of a gunshot echoed. Matheus opened his eyes, surprised. The shot did not come from the gun pointed at him. Braston staggered back, feeling a sharp pain pierce his left arm. The gun slipped from his fingers, and he looked incredulously at the shooter.

He was about to aim toward the first door when someone fired from behind him. Mateo grunted and fell on the floor when the bullet went straight to his arm. He groaned and pulled himself around to see Choi Wang standing over him with his gun pointed toward Mateo. “I always knew you were trouble, Mateo.” He said the gun went off, but it wasn’t Choi’s gun.