Onyx Throw Ya Gunz Novels & Stories

I felt myself cringe slightly, noticing as Ronan swiveled his head around to glare back at Enzo. “How much for that one?” Enzo said to the attendant, pointing to a stuffed wolf hanging on the wall above him. “Oooh, that’s an expensive one,” the attendant said. “Tell you what… fifteen shots in a row and it’s yours.” Enzo nodded and slapped his money down on the counter, picking up the toy gun to shoot the moving targets. I watched in shock as Enzo shot down one target after the other with ease. When he was done, he set down the gun and folded his muscular arms across his chest while the baffled attendant turned around to grab the wolf.

“You wanted to see my creativity, Right? Drop your guns too, Bonkers.” Sandro gritted and Viso rolled his eyes before throwing them to Daive who caught them easily and pointed at Sandro’s men. Viso inhaled the big puff of his cigarette before throwing it in Gina's way carelessly who sneered.

"Do it Eyshana....do it...end him...end everything, your pain, your misery....shoot him Eyshana....SHOOT HIM...KILL HIM....END HIM EYSHANA.....KILL HIM" BANG!!!!!!

Lynn was not very happy about that, but she walked right over and dragged Yaacob outside. "My father's busy entertaining a guest right now. Let's talk outside. Uncle Yaacob, you haven't seen me in so long. I missed you…" However, not two minutes later, the sound of a girl screaming could be heard. Harrison rushed out and almost had a heart attack at the sight. Yaacob had a black gun in hand, and it was pointed right at Lynn. "M-Mr. Getson, what is the meaning of this? Let Lynn go… Are you going to kill someone right here?"

Boris announced. From my team, we chose Angelo on arrows, Kieran on axe throwing, Hayden on dagger throwing, and myself on gun shooting. Angelo has been trained on archery his whole life. Kieran has a strange habit of throwing axes and hammers in the forest for no reason. Hayden learnt how to throw daggers as a part of his defensive training. That’s the same case with me and guns. My grandfather ensured that I could shoot with a blindfold on and get my target.

No explanation, no instruction, can ready you for the instant your body takes over and begins the oldest work there is. It came with the dawn. On the exact day it was meant to. Pale grey light spilled over the Aldris Lane townhouse, and I reached for Lysander, placing my hand on his arm as I woke him. My voice was steady, controlled, the same composed tone I had used across countless Voss-line dealings. “It has begun.” Lysander woke instantly. Not slowly never slowly but all at once, every instinct alive, every sense sharpened as only the last living Lycan’s could be. His gaze locked onto mine, reading the calm I was forcing into place over the storm rising inside me.

Will eat your babies and kill your pets. It’s so far from the truth it’s comical. “What the hell are you waiting for? That fanger broke my wrist.” Lucas speeds forward, fingers wrapping around the gunman’s throat again. “You’re lucky that’s all I did. You tried to kill the woman I love. I’d do the same to you, but that death would be too quick.” “Get control of your attack dog.” Easton pulls out a knife. The tip of the blade has been dipped in a special kind of holy oil, working almost as well as my enchanted dagger. Almost.

“…Shit.” There was a sharp back-and-forth—accusations, denials, half-smiles with teeth behind them—but Amy was done. She leveled her gun at Giovanni and pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing, her stomach dropped, empty. She looked at him, her face unreadable but her pulse roaring in her ears. Giovanni smirked. “You didn’t really think I’d let you walk in here loaded, did you?” But he didn’t see the quick glance Amy threw towards Isadora. Isadora’s voice was smooth, almost lazy. “Lucky for you, I have very loyal people, comrade. The kind that can be anywhere… even in your little mansion.”

Yves' said while he was preparing for going outside. He opened the picture frame of a monochrome car, then he press the hidden button which was color red and a lot of type of weapon were shown. There were kunai, shuriken, bullets, grenades and even types of guns. Yves was taking the guns, kunai, shuriken, blades and bullets with him like he was ready to beat the crap of 'em.

I wasn’t going to say no anyway I stood behind him and held the gun in his hands. They were soft, I looked at him from the corner of my eyes he looked straight at the target his eyes narrowed in concentration and his mouth pursed. I looked forward again. “What’s your target” Orion wheeled himself closer, eyes fixed on the smallest mouthed clown target. “That one,” he said, pointing without hesitation. A neat thousand points hung above its head. I stepped behind him, hand over his on the toy gun. His skin was warm