Remnant 2 Double Barrel Novels & Stories

“Nice toy, Henri. Specs?” Henri grinned, leaning forward. “Custom Delatour V-9. Silencer’s flawless, no sound, not even a whisper. Less recoil than a Beretta, but packs 9mm Parabellum with extended range, 200 meters, clean. More firepower than standard models. Arm your men with these, and your stealth kills will be ghosts.” I set my cup down, intrigued, my fingers brushing Dante’s as I took the pistol. “Silent kills with this kind of range?” I said, turning it over. “Our crews could slip through Ricci’s old turfs without a trace. Or anyone’s.”

"Torin will handle the broadcast relays to ensure the live feed stays open to every pack in the Wilds. You take out the dampener generators in the north tower." "Consider it done," Maeve said, a feral, ruthless smirk spreading across her lips as her runes flared silver. "Nobody messes with our family's legacy again." The heavy double doors of the armory hissed open, and Rhys stepped inside. He was dressed in dark Starfall tactical leathers, his broad frame filling the doorway like a mountain of shadowed iron. The newly calibrated **Apex Relic** prototype sat flush against his massive chest—a seamless weave of matte-black titan-steel and polished moonstone conduits that hummed with a low, ter

"I take em at range. You keep doing what you do best! Keep em off my back. You got twenty rounds a mag. Six mags left. Make em count!" Lem stared at Camo like he'd grown a second head, but quickly recovered, nodding and starting to blast away at any target he was sure he could hit. The pistol looked bulky, had a big secondary barrel and trigger, but was lighter than anything he had held before. Certainly no Bolt Pistol. The recoil was significant, but lighter than he was accustomed to, the stopping power was still more than enough to drop a storming foe. Soon the sharp burp of Camo's automatic rifle joined the loud bang of Lem's side arm fire. The two warriors continuing their stalwart stand

Going through their pocket, I find two spare shotgun shells. "Better than nothing," I think. I look at the soldier's weapon. It's a pump-action shotgun. Most likely, there are already some shells inside. I pocket the spare shells and grab the guard's shotgun. Holding it the best I can, I look back at approaching Rebecca and Bailey. "Look like you got the better guard," Bailey says. "The guard Rebecca hit had only a handgun with half a clip." "It's still a gun with bullets," Rebecca says, bringing up the handgun. She ejects the clip and checks it before slamming it back inside. With our new guns, we duck underneath the gate arm and walk into the motor pool.

"You said 'during the rite', we would still be able to sniff out the two different scents from Ellie. From what I can recall when I got her out of that pack, they were already done with her. How do we still smell two scents from her?" Ellie was surprised by this new info. 'I still have different scents? But how? I thought my wolf is taken away from me.' "I'm glad you ask, William," Jen spoke. "It seems the rite didn't really get completed by the time you found her. Either that or something happened to the rite that wasn't supposed to. In the case if that happens, the wolves would not get completely swapped over, and thus the affected werewolves would still maintain the dual scent. My best gu

Zen wasn’t lying when he said he had strong friends. “I’ll make you a custom gun without charge if you run an errand for me,” Ben told Sasha. “I need five horns and five axe fragments from the minotaur on floor ten. Can you do it?” Hearing it was free, Sasha immediately agreed. Ben described the special double-barrel sniper rifle he wanted to craft for Sasha. The gun could rake up critical damage combos each time her gold bullet landed on her target. It can fire rapidly without long cool-down periods and has less recoil than a regular double-barrel gun. However, the reload frequency was something Sasha had to work with. The gun was designed to be semi-automatic with a small chamber to reduce

"You don't drink it, I won't let you go." As I said before, there was no refusal. I stuffed the white pill into Aryo's mouth along with the mineral water on the table. The effect wasn't instant. I used to have it for the gig*lo who came over. Men who have their anuses pierced climax and limp more easily, I need a longer sensation. Men. That's why I have long-lasting drugs instead of stimulants meant for women. Waiting for a reaction, I tease Milly first. Don't forget, conquering opponents in bed is ingrained in the Wiratama family, directly proportional to getting rid of opponents in the business world.

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.

We arrived back at the large mansion with a few more boxes of silver bullets and the weapon I was to wear. Rem had decided it was a good idea to equip himself with a Hunter’s gun, one that would be much quieter to shoot than any normal gun. He hoped he wouldn’t need to use it or the silver bullets, but he erred on the side of caution.

Tools of death are always more honest than the mouths that bark the orders. Elky strapped a Ka-Bar to his thigh, another at the ankle. He slid the MP5’s sling across his shoulder like a man fitting into alien religion. Night-vision goggles sat waiting in their padded case, lenses wide and blank like the eyes of a dead shark. He handed me a pair. “Russian surplus,” he said. “Not pretty, but they don’t blink.” I clipped them onto my vest. The weight dragged at my collarbones, promising a future of headaches and survival in equal measure.