Naruto With Guns Novels & Stories

Laptop, phone, iPad, tasers, guns—each item a piece of her identity. Her smile widened as she retrieved each piece, a silent nod of gratitude to Chief John, who knew her so well. Each gadget held a fragment of her soul, a testament to her unwavering dedication to her mission. She set about arranging her arsenal, her fingers lingering on the sleek surface of a long gun, its appearance almost rifle-like. Curiosity gnawed at Patricia, and she positioned the gun, her fingers hovering over the trigger. As the cursor on the digital scope moved, her gaze unintentionally landed on Marco's still form. Without thinking, she aligned the crosshairs with him, the target settled on his chest.

The Yakuza had us trapped, pressing in from all sides. They had the upper hand. I couldn't risk my men dying. I had to think of something. Nico slid beside me, tossing a loaded gun into my hand. "Here, catch!" he shouted over the chaos. I grabbed it on instinct, barely turning my head before a bullet pierced his leg. "Aaah!" He screamed falling to the floor. I quickly got down and pulled him away from the firing bullets. "Are you going to be okay?" I asked, worried.

Nico asked pointing the gun at him. "Alright then" And a gun shot was heard

He looks terrifying and utterly murderous. Two shots ring through the small space, and the man beside drops with a hole in his forehead while the other men that had been groping me takes the second bullet to the chest, slumping back. Nero steps into the van and over the bodies like they are nothing, but trash. He raises his gun to the third man who is cowering in the corner with his hands up before pausing. “I’ll keep you.” His voice is void of humanity as he whips the gun across the man’s temple.

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.

She stormed into the cave with her face a covered with fury. Without saying a word, she pulled out a weapon I’d never seen before. It was a sleek glowing silver gun that radiated power as she pulled it. I felt it in my bones. “Nathan” she hissed, her voice icy and sharp with veno. He barely had time to turn around before she fired. The sound echoed like thunder in the small cave. I screamed along with Nora and the other girl. Nathan’s body hit the ground with a sickening thud that made my heart jump with it. Blood pooled beneath him and for a moment the world stood still. No one breathed.

And holding a gun. To be continued…

Fast. The men froze. Their grips on me tightened instantly. I felt one of them press the barrel of his gun against my back, right between my shoulder blades, and my stomach turned with nausea. Then came the shadow. And the voice. “Let her go,” Nico said, calmly, stepping into the dim light with a Zastava M76 clutched tightly in his arms. His jaw was tight, brows low over murderous eyes. “Boys… I’m giving you a chance. You hand over the girl, or I put a bullet through each of your skulls. Your call.”

One of the other two guards panicked, and stammered, “No, Don, I swear, none of us—” No one saw it coming when Nero pulled a gun from Nico’s pocket and aimed. The gunshot was sudden, deafening in the enclosed space. The guard dropped like a sack of meat, blood pooling instantly beneath his head. The silence that followed was crushing. Even the dripping water seemed to stop. It was as though all had forgotten how to breathe. At that point, Nico felt a slight tension begin to creep up on him. Nero was known to be unpredictable, especially when he was angry.

Lohan warns on my left side, his expression mixing apprehension and admiration. I roll my eyes, but a small part of me feels proud to be able to fight alongside them. I look around and spot Boris, who winks at me and tosses me a gun. I catch it in the air, the feeling of power pulsing through my veins. But I was feeling so good fighting with just my fists and kicks. Looking down, I see the disorder of bodies at my feet. A wave of adrenaline pushes me even further, and a surge of determination takes over. Shrugging, I bend down and pick up another gun from one of the fallen men, kicking his face again to make sure he stays down. With two guns in hand, I begin shooting at the men swarming my f