Naruto With Guns Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

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.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

He reached for the weapon, turning it over in his hands. "It’s more than just a gun," he said, unfolding it smoothly. I watched, eyes narrowing as he demonstrated. The way the gun folded seamlessly into itself, transforming into something almost unrecognizable…it was genius. "You can camouflage it," he explained. "No one would ever know it’s a gun." A slow, predatory grin stretched across my face. "Nice!" I growled. The sound rumbled in my chest, deep and satisfied. "I’ll take it." "Alright, but hold on," Conner interjected. "Just one gun? Take a knife too—for extra security."

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?

But in not far away, Gavin, Kulas and Khez were there and they both fighting out of their lives. • • • • • • • •+ Happenings in my life right now is nowhere to put back instead of holding a pen I hold Guns instead. These unreal monsters who surrounds me are only appears in my dreams but I think I myself was also in my dreams alone. I positioned myself, and started firing them using my AEK-971it has knife in it. I loved action movies eversinced like how I wish I was once the protagonist of those movies maybe deities granted my wish