Regular Show Gun Novels & Stories

“Won’t you call me a show-off for that performance?” “No.” I swallowed. “That was actually… impressive and very scary. I think I’ll prefer to walk up the stairs next time.” He chuckled at that as he pulled open the door, which for the record was triple my height, combined. We walked in. Just like the field outside, there was a ring situated at the middle, lifts, a target board, and… weapons. “Are those… guns?” “Practice guns. Yes.” “So, they don’t work?” “They do, on humans. But werewolves can’t usually be killed by these ordinary guns.”

It’s not a prop. "For real?" I whisper. "For real." I raise the gun. "For real," I say. I pull the trigger. The screen goes black. And I’m alone. In the dark. Waiting for the next take. Forever.

I kindly grabbed the phone from the corner to bring it nearer to the two of them, giving the live audience a close-up view of the drama. Confused, the viewers flooded the comments. "What's going on? I thought the livestream was supposed to be exposing the unknown true nature of Violet?" "Why are they arguing? I thought we're here to see Violet jump off the building?" I waved at the camera and said with a smile, "My apologies, but I'm in a pretty good mood right now. I don't plan on jumping off any buildings for now." The viewers went silent. In the meantime, Benjamin and Jerome's fight had gone from verbal to physical.

The muzzle pointed toward the floor. I released my grip. The shotgun hit the concrete with a loud clang. The sound echoed throughout the foundry. I raised my hands, my palms facing outward. My strike guards did the same. One by one, they lowered their rifles. The red laser dots disappeared from Devereux's vest.

She cleared her throat, “Ben, do you sell stun guns here?” Ben, who was barely a few years older than Amber raised an eyebrow on his freckled face. He propped an elbow on the counter and cupped his chin, “We do…we have a range actually. Are you looking for a mild one? Or a –“ Amber placed both hands on the counter, drumming her fingers nervously, “Give me something small, concealable and strong.” Raven haired Ben frowned and scratched the back of his ear, “Sweetheart, are you in some kind of trouble?”

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

Panderson) Though to others it might look they 2 have an intimate moment, actually, the thing that pressing on his crotch was actually a Desert Eagle Handgun muzzle, Mr.Panderson have personally seen the thing blown off a monster head like a melon, that's why he almost wet himself.

I arched my brows. What did that mean? I looked at the bunch of papers and documents scattered across the table. "This is the 13mm Gyrojet." Sheriff Joe said. He handed Nicholas a picture. “This specific type of gun is only ever used in assassinations…presidents, executives, people in power.”

The second one responded, “This tactic in the dark… It’s Uno’s signature.” “Uno? I thought no one has ever seen him?” a rookie, I assume, asks. “Wrong,” I decided to cut off their conversation, feeling the high of the night through my veins. “It’s not that no one sees me.” They looked up in my direction with eyes wide in fear. I pointed my gun at them and said, “It’s that no one lives to tell once they see me.” With a pull of the trigger, I shot the three of them… one bullet piercing their skulls in a straight line.

Cold sweat drops rolled down his forehead. "Damn!" Edwin muttered gripping the gun firmly. He had used guns before but it was a leisure recreational activity at shooting clubs. Shooting at the crisis situation when three lives albeit lives of many girls were at stake was different. He stretched his hands aiming from the half cut hole to full hole on the top of the gun targeting the guy hidden behind the giant octopus aiming his gun at Ben. Ben could not see him as he was standing at the interior of the giant wheel. Ben was an easy shot for the guy.