Roleplay Guns Novels & Stories

Earth is outdated I guess, what about AWN". Klaus asked. "No such thing here boss". Abruzzi said. Gwen and Jai Mi picked the Scar Rifle including Abruzzi. "Don't Worry Jai Mi, you won't have to worry about recoil". Nicklaus said as he carried the XM8 rifle. They bounced out and entered into a vehicle before driving off. Nicklaus asked Jai Mi to drive to a warehouse first just across the street. They got down from the vehicle and entered all holding their guns. In the building were about thirty gunmen who were arranging some Crates.

"The bomb?" "Five hundred only." "You think it's enough?" "Yes." "What kind of guns do you prefer?" “The three main types of guns of course. Handguns, Shotguns, Rifles.” He can't help but laugh. "We are ready." "Yes." "Thank you Leo, I don't know how I can repay you for the good you did to me. To my family.” It bowed slightly in front of him. "You don't need to do that, I told you to be comfortable in front of me. You can treat me like a friend, if you want, treat me like a father.”

Angela saw the question in Adam’s eyes. “Spoils of the gangwar. Most of these were taken from dead gangsters. You’re in luck because I checked and tossed the bad ones a week ago,” Angela said and smirked. Adam stared at the guns for a full minute before he picked up the best looking Tokarev pistol and a dagger. Angela gave her an odd look. “No AK?” “You can’t hide the AK. I’ll get shot the moment they see me,” Adam said and Angela nodded. Adam had thought it through long and hard. Not many times it had gone well in his mind either.

Then, he picked up the Colt, Beretta, Glock, and other world-famous firearms from the table. The last one was a domestic Type 77 pistol, and he flashed a brilliant golden grin. "Foreign guns might look cooler, but I still love the homegrown stuff. Support local brands. Etharia first!" Walter looked at him like he was watching a clown at a funeral. "Every gun you picked up, except the Desert Eagle, is unloaded. Why the hell are you carrying them?" Goldfangs checked his belt to make sure every gun was securely strapped before smirking again. "Mr. Burke, you're getting old. You don't understand this generation. Looking cool is half the job. Image is branding. The rest is just fluff."

My jaw literally drops on the floor, heart slamming against my ribcage. The place is wide, bearing that familiar look of a standardized CEO office with a large mahogany desk and swivel chair, a mini fridge, flowers, artworks, overhead light that chases away shadows, a black leather couch, coffee table, carpet, and many more I can't name. However, none of these sends a barrage of chills down my spine except the hundreds of guns I see lined up on the shelves that span across the room— Glocks, RPGs, revolvers, MK 47, muzzleloaders, and many more.

A black gun was pressed against his waist, and the hand that held the gun was the same pair of hands he had complimented. Rhea cocked her head to the side and slowly glanced at him with her beautiful eyes. "I think I can!" Austin's mind went blank. He stared at the gun and tried to see if it was real or fake. However, he could not tell because he knew nothing about artillery. Although he was starting to panic, he still put on a calm front. "Heh. Do you think you can scare me with a fake gun?" Rhea smirked when she heard that. "You can try me."

Alvar's enthusiasm was contagious as he handed me my gun. "What are you waiting for?" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. With a firm grip on my weapon, I aimed at the first target and pulled the trigger. The resounding sound of gunfire echoed through the air as the bullet found its mark. Alvar joined in, unleashing a volley of shots with remarkable precision. The rhythmic sound of bullets hitting their targets filled the room, creating a symphony of controlled power. As I fired round after round, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. All shot was a testament to my dedication, a step towards mastering my gun powers once again.

The walls move, opening up revealing the weapons we carry. We have different choices, from assault weapons to snipers. Blades, swords, Glocks, grenades, C4. You name it; we have it. I can’t take it all. I’m not Rambo. I grab my guns and do a full weapons check. I take them apart and clean them and reassemble them; I load my bullets and slide the magazine into the guns. I take a couple of my blades and move back to my seat. Locking the door behind me. Placing the guns on the table in front of me. I get to work sharpening my blades.

explained Captain Ronald. “Wow, with just a printer, can you make a building like this? It's like a real building," Zoya said in awe. “Okay, enough with the admiration. Now we start the mission. Since you guys are just learning to use short-barreled firearms, I'll just give you the Dessert Eagle weapon. The bullets you will use are rubber bullets," said Captain Arnold. Captain Arnold's subordinates gave the firearms to each member of the Jaguar team. Not to forget they were also given an earpiece to communicate with each other.

“Do you even know how to fire that pistol?” Trailing behind Jim, Marcus chuckled. “This is a nine millimeter Glock Gen five. And I’m an ex-intel Marine sharpshooter, so shut it or I’ll put a bullet in you somewhere that hurts like hell but doesn’t kill you.” Ahead, Jim chuckled. “Okay, fine. Pick up the pace, Semper fi.” Behind him, Marcus huffed a laugh and grinned. He had to admit, he liked Jim Erikson. "How much of a lead do you think he's got?" he queried when further on, Jim knelt, piercing blue eyes scanning the ground.