Regular Show Gun Novels & Stories

Garin nodded as she spoke, trying to rub feeling back into his feet. "How are we going to get out of this?" he asked a bullet ricocheted off the tree next to him. Willow roared again, the sound shook Garin's ribcage. Audrey pushed something cold and metallic into his hand. He looked down. It was his old handgun, a 357 Desert Eagle. "Do you still know how to shoot this?" she asked, pulling her own gun from her hip. He snorted derisively. "I'll manage," he replied popping out the magazine. Full. He pushed it back in with a satisfying click.

"The girl is mine." The Hunter scoffs, "You're clearly outnumbered." "Hahahah, you'd make a good comedian," Mr. Hogger teases. "Or maybe you just can't count," The Hunter counters. Mr. Hogger shakes his minigun."This gun shoots 3,000 rounds per minute. That's more than all of you combined, with change even." Sophia watches them from the net hanged on the tree. Her eyes are beaming with hope and her face with curiosity to escape. An echo rings joyously inside her heart: 'The Hunter is here.'

Angel responds with an eye roll , "He's used to my presence, it won't be a problem." "It better not," I murmur and when I stand in front of Eros, I clap once to get his attention. He jumps and swallows, clearly nervous as hell, "Alright, Angelou. Let's start." I turn to the array of different guns and use my new knowledge on gunnery to grab a Glock 9mm and get it ready. Damn, I’m sure I look cool as shit doing this.

"What's that... Where did you draw it out from!?" "This is the sacred gun, 'Argentum.' Normally used in opposition to vampires however additionally works on humans. But as opposed to golden bullets, you likely decide upon consuming lead." Seeing Anna flow her finger to the trigger, Raven raised his palms and surrendered, his face long gone light. . . . …..

Josh snickered as he saw the omega's shoulders slump in disappointment. "Come on, try this, Luna. It's not that hard," The warrior gave the gun to Evelyn. "It's heavier than I thought," She said, looking at the gun. "It's because it's made of metal, "Josh explained, walking towards the shooting section. "See the red dot in the middle? That's where you have to shoot," He pointed to the aim. "Hold your hand straight and focus on the aim. Make sure your gun is pointed at the correct place. Just pull the trigger and don't jerk it," The beta explained to Evelyn who nodded in reply.

“You wouldn’t want to have a water fight with these guns. Well, that might be fun for me but definitely not you. There is more than just water in here. There is silver dust mixed in with the water. From what we’ve seen it hurts like a bitch to werewolves. It’s hard to get off completely, even with a towel. That shit sticks like glitter. You would need some clean water to rinse it all off and we don’t plan on giving this guy a shower.” “Nice. Maybe a little sadistic, but nice. Do I wanna know how you know that much about glitter?” I decide to skip over that last part. “It was actually my mom's idea. She got it after watching the show Supernatural when they were using one with holy water on de

Joan zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that" He chuckled darkly before taking it out of her hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here" He croaked and with a shrug of her shoulders, she turned away from him.

His one arm tightly enveloping my body. Arthur smash his hand hard into the side of the cupboard retrieving a gun from inside the splintered wood. Arthur's reaction to the man rounding the counter is psyche, inevitable. He fire straight at the man with sharp precise three-round bursts that send the man falling to the ground. The other guy reach for Arthur's gun, but Arthur roll his hands down and away, making a quick swirl then his feet meeting the man's face. His head turn to the side from the kick and with a small snap of Arthur's hands around his neck he fall to the ground. Motionless.

“Isn’t there like a safety switch or something? I’ll keep it on until it’s needed.” Grayson hesitates a moment before engaging the trigger safety. He steps closer to show it to me. “Just tab this switch here if you need to fire it. Think you can do that?” I meet his gaze and try to ignore how my heart leaps with him standing so close to me. The wing of a hawk tattoo peeks out from the bottom of his t-shirt sleeve, adorning those ripped biceps. I swallow in a dry throat. “Yeah...if I can fix a CB radio, I think I can manage to pull a trigger.”