Revy Pistol Novels & Stories

she replied before turning and walking into the back room. Minutes later, she returned, both hands full. She laid two pistols on the counter, their weight echoing as they touched the surface. The first was a sleek black pistol, the kind I had seen in countless movies, usually tucked into the suits of powerful men. Its metal frame glistened under the dim lights, heavy and intimidating enough to knock someone unconscious with a single strike. The second pistol carried a different energy. It was old-fashioned, the kind of weapon cowboys wielded in dusty movie duels. Its handle was carved from polished wood, while the barrel shone with cold, silvery steel.

Leila frowns deeply at Justin, realising that if Kelvin had not objected to the first question and her mother said yes, the second question would have made her implicit. “A grade 10, 9mm pistol with wolfsbane coated silver bullets, am I right?” “That would be it, yes.” “Hmmm,” Justin retorts and walks back towards the middle of the courtroom. “Why were you carrying it that day?” “Objection, your honour, irrelevant,” Kelvin counters. “Overruled,” Judge Bruce replies. “I mean we’re talking about a high grade military weapon here, the type that would require only one bullet to take down a powerful Beta like your late husband, why were you carrying it?” Justin’s voice becomes cold and demanding,

He withdraws his hands and walked to the bag, he unzips it to show me the guns I love to use AK47, Revolvers, knives, and grenades I smirk as I look up at him, “You're welcome” I pick up the revolver and drag my hands across the tip. “Beautiful” I mutter as I admire the gun. I bend down and pick up the knife. I rub my hand on the edge and smirk as I feel a Sharp pain on my fingertips. Just how I like it. I spin and throw the knife and watch as it digs into the wall on my far left, I grin as Caleb watches me with his mouth open. “bullseye”

I got to my car and went to the boot. I opened it and pushed a button installed by the right panel of the boot. A shiny black metal tray filled with my favorite weapons slid up as the fake floor of the boot part. I picked up a Pit Viper Nine Millimeter with a twenty-one round capacity and a Barretta Nine Thousand S. Also a twenty-one round capacity. I put them in my shoulder holster and strapped it on. I grabbed Karambits and also with their sheath. I pushed the button and the tray of death tools slid down and the false floorboards closed.

Roy pushed open his door, tossing his keys to a valet. He was clearly a regular. He guided me effortlessly to a private lane, then handed me a Beretta 87 target pistol. "Wanna give it a go?" I slipped on the noise-canceling headphones. I took the gun. It was heavier than I expected. My grip felt awkward, all wrong. With the instructor's help, I fumbled with the pistol. I loaded it. I aimed. Bang! After aiming for what felt like forever, my first shot missed completely. The recoil stung my palm.

He loaded the other one and put it under his belt. He pulled out another box. It was rectangular in shape. He opened it and revealed a slim dagger with the belt. He strapped it under his pants just above the ankle. "You know how to use any weapon"? He turned to Noah. "Uhm. Chamber revolver… Conrad taugt me". He replied seriously. Natt nodded in approval. Handing him a holster. He opened and found a mini revolver, an 8 bullet chamber revolver. It was the latest 38 Special Blank-Firing Revolver. Noah strapped it under his shirt on his chest.