Mha Gun Hero Novels & Stories

Please let me try. I promise if it gets too dangerous, I will get out. she said. Mario doesn't like the idea, and I don't either. But we have no choice. I thought. "Okay, Sarah! We do it your way, but stay behind me.'' Mario said. Wade! Get us some guns. They are in my secret department in my cabinet under my scotch!" he told me. I went under the cabinet I saw a lot of different guns. I found 45's and Colt's M4 Carbines, Remington 870 Shotguns, et. I grabbed the shotguns and 45's and Colt M4's.

He cracked it open, revealing a pair of customized HK416 rifles and enough high-grade explosives to level a city block. ​"Just like the old days?" he asked, a dark, lethal smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. ​"No," I said, checking my mag and slamming it into the rifle with a satisfying clack. "Better. Because this time, I’m not the 'Asset's' wife. I'm the woman who’s going to help you finish this." ​We took our positions. Malakai moved to the balcony, his rifle resting on the stone ledge, while I took the main floor, my sights trained on the front doors.

The rabbitwoman behind him, seeing this, took out one of her daggers and muttered something before she slowly vanished. It was the unique magic of her race. A magic mainly used to escape danger, but she changed it and used it offensively. Once the stalemate between the shield warrior and Sol ended, Sol, contrary to their expectations, didn't continue fighting. He simply sighed a little as he began to speak. "An Assassin, a Tank, an Archer, and a Damage dealer. This is really a standard party. Well, If you had a healer that would be even better. Still, I must admit that I am really impressed."

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

Untraceable. The first to step out of the armored black SUV was MADWOLF—HY. Towering, sharp-eyed, wild. He didn’t wear madness on his sleeve—he wore it in his grin. His fingers hovered over the hilt of the curved blade strapped to his side, aching for chaos, for blood, for permission. “Two guards. Balcony. High-grade rifles,” HY muttered, voice low and eager. “Permission to make it messy?” Behind him, MADCROW—ER—was already hacking into the building’s security with fingers moving faster than thought. His custom wrist rig blinked under the sleeve of his tactical jacket. “Cameras looping. Alarms frozen. Going dark in three... two…”

"Find your rifle and keep it pinned down." Herne gave him a nod of approval and retrieved the Dragunov rifle from the pile next to the stakes. The clicks of the firearm hit his ears before he cut Grace down. "Help Herne. I have it doing circles for the moment. Do not let it recover." Grace stood shoulder to shoulder with the sniper and aimed her flintlock pistol at the Spade Hood, "I am looking forward to dealing out some payback." Jack fell from his post to the ground unconscious and would not wake up. Warren panicked, "I need Theria. She knows healing magic." The rifle and pistol boomed in unison. The Spade Hood struck the ground with a thump.

Everyone was so eager to pay attention to what he was about to say. "As you can see, Hermes Chevalier's one and only fatal, gunshot wound was shot from a Millikin Colt Dragoon Revolver. This very expensive revolver was sold at an auction by Rock Island Auction Company for one point sixty six million dollars in the year twenty nineteen and is now in the possession of Dionysus Zephyr Chevalier. It wasn't so suspicious on how he can acquire such an expensive gun like that because as we all know, he is the most affluent business tycoon all around the U.S.A., Russia, the United Kingdom, Asia, India, Australia and so on and so forth."

But for a group, it wasn't as effective. I pulled out twin glock 27 .40 caliber subcompact handguns with extended mags. Both sporting ten silver bullets each. I cocked them back to chamber a round in each and shut the trunk. “Jarvis, take the car to a safe place. I will call you when I need you.” I said. “Your wish is my command. Please, do be safe out there.” He replied.

The assassin brought his weapon down on Philip but he blocked with his sword and left himself exposed. The Ginx kicked him in the stomach and he fell to the floor in pain. His father was losing this fight and Micah couldn't sit back and do nothing any longer. "I'm going out there," He said and opened a hidden compartment underneath the desk of monitors. He took out a loaded handgun from the desk and turned off the safety. "Will a gun work on the Ginx?" Lydia asked. "I don't know. This is the first Ginx we've ever encountered but I don't care. I have to help my father," Micah said and got up.

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.