Naruto With Guns Novels & Stories

Nathan smiled, sliding a clip into his Sig. Brooke watched as Nathan chambered the second round in his gun and took an aim. He shed his jacket and tie and had rolled his sleeves up, showing perfectly sculpted muscles in his forearms as he held the gun steady and level, firing off three rounds into the target with well-practiced technique.

"Do you want to choose a weapon or do I select one for you?" What was she even doing? Iris bent down, surveying the racks of weapons and then picked out a mace as well, slightly bigger than the one in Nate's hand. "It's simple to use. Just swing it. Good luck!" Iris whispered and then stuttered away, picking out the phone in her pocket while she walked. "I'm Nate, Giovanni's Gamma, nice to meet you." Not knowing what to say, I nodded instead. My ears rang with the sudden sound of a gunshot, my body tensed in preparation.

Nico shouted as he clutched his bleeding arm and tried to reach for his own weapon. "I'm not like him because I'm actually going to be alive to see the sun come up and you're going to be the one who explains this to the guards when they find you down here," I told him and I hit him in the face with the butt of my gun until he slumped against the pillar.

Ronan took the gun from one of the guard's waste and pointed it at Zel's head. She grew pale and she looked at me. "Maxine…." She trailed off. "No, please," Tears slid down my face, "I'll go. I'll come with you. Just please, put the weapon away." I had never seen werewolves play with guns. It was scary. How had he managed to get guns for his men? “Good,” Ronan said, a smirk playing on his lips. He handed the gun back, "I don't have a taste for human weapons. Too noisy and messy. I wouldn't use that."

“Do you think the name Nicastro is just for show? Perhaps the rumors are true—that Arthur and Aron are at odds. But don’t forget, the only reason Aron is still alive is because Arthur allows it. That’s not weakness—it’s family politics. And right now, we need to get to Hilda Alegre. If she’s in danger, we take her.” Aron tossed two rifles toward Khan and Nari. Both women nearly dropped them in surprise. They stood in a room lined wall to wall with weapons of every kind. Khan’s eyes widened as he recognized the make. “This… this is a newly developed rifle.” Aron handed them each a manual. “Study it on the way. These guns are just as dangerous to the wielder as they are to the enemy.” He inspe

After going back and forth, Nate finally agreed for Spade to teach him how to use a gun, and he picked a black shiny pistol for his first weapon of choice, taking it from the stacks of weapons on the wall, Nate stumbled back slightly a bit as he didn't expect the weapon to be so heavy for such a tiny thing. It was very cold too, he stood watching it, blinking and thinking about how fast everything was moving for him, a few months ago he was still this very lost, scared and lonely young man, and now he was holding a fucking gun in his boyfriend's gun range, wow.

"Punk! You only have twenty body guards there while I have twenty bullets in my gun. Plus, I still have fifty highly skilled fighters with me. Do you seriously think that I can't get it to you?" There was not the slightest bit of fear on Jate's face when he saw the gun. Ordering his men to step aside, see you move forward so he could stand in front of them. There was an amused look on his face as he questioned. "You there waved at gone around my face? Are you picking on me only because you think I don't have any many or guns?" A vicious smile curled on Lucas Brown's lips. "So what if I am?" After that, he pulled the trigger on his gun.

Tony complied, carefully removing the garments one by one. Once the clothes were removed, I asked a question to Tony, my voice barely audible. "What do you see?" I asked, my gaze fixed on him. Tony's response came without hesitation. "A gun," he replied, his tone solemn. He revealed a sniper gun from within the bag, its presence a stark reminder of the dangerous world we now found ourselves in. I nodded, a glimmer of satisfaction in my eyes. "Good," I murmured, relieved that Tony still possessed the knowledge and skills necessary to handle such a weapon.

I sat on the floor, my back against the cold concrete wall, watching the moisture bead on the surface of the steel door. I heard footsteps. They weren't the heavy thuds of Rico or the impatient click of Viper’s boots. These were light, graceful, and deliberate. The lock opened. Nara stood in the threshold. She wasn't wearing the mask of the grieving mate anymore. She held a suppressed 9mm handgun, the muzzle leveled directly at the space between my eyes. She smiled. It was the most beautiful, horrific thing I had ever seen.

“Her last signal came from there.” I nodded, acknowledging his words. “Tell everything to the police. I'm going there right now,” I said before pivoting to the door. “Wait!” Sakura grabbed my hand. I stopped and looked at her. “Do you have a gun?” she asked and sucked in a breath. “Lilly said that those guys had guns.” Perfect. Fucking perfect. I cleared my throat and nodded. “I'll take my gun with me.” “Just out of curiosity,” Tim interjected, frowning. “How did you bring the gun... here, to Japan?”