Novel & Cerita School Shooting Fiction

I look around and notice the gun he dropped is just a few inches away from me. My father is experiencing intense rage, which means his wolf is anxious to break free. Everyone else seems to be frozen in shock. I quickly pick the gun up and aim it at my father. I close my eyes and pull the trigger until all the bullets have been fired, and all I hear is a clicking sound when I pull the trigger, then I let the gun fall back to the ground. My heart is racing, and I am so scared I missed him. If I did, I sincerely hope I didn't hurt anyone else! I barely open my eyes so I can peek out at the scene before me. Through squinted eyes, I see that my father is lying on the ground in a puddle of blood.

His eyes going empty while I screamed his name. And now there was a gun. Right here in the school. In the hands of someone who'd already proven he had no problem using it. In my vision, he was not the one that was going to do it but the gun was here. The gun was here. I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to push the images away, but they stuck like tar. What if this was it? What if this was how it started? Alexis with his wolfsbane bullets, Ewan or Ronan somehow getting the gun, and, Darragh somewhere in their path, and me too late to stop it from happening.

Then red spots suddenly appeared on his shirt and he began to crumble. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The fire alarm sounded and mixed with the screams of the victims. Just as fast as it began, the shooting stopped. Kids were lying in the bleachers, trying to conceal themselves from the shooters. Others were sprawled across the benches and some were on the floor. Jared slowly released his grip on Gwen and dropped to the floor. From the corner of her eye, Gwen saw Billy slump across the bleachers. Gwen looked up at her attacker. He smiled wickedly as he raised his gun. At that moment, the west door to the gym swung open violently and Steve Hammer strode in with a gun in eac

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Er*tic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 I closed my eyes and ears as I heard the gun shot I was so scared I felt no pain of gun shot on my body “Who did she now shot?” I thought and slightly opened my eyes I stared up at her and saw her standing close to me I stared sideways and saw a man lying on the ground full of blood

But I push him off and reach for the gun at my waist. “I’ll hold him off while you shift,” I order, taking aim at the Lion’s torso. The bullets will at least slow him down. Nick’s eyes widen, his face pinching in anger, but he doesn’t bother arguing, knowing that this is our best chance. I focus on my target, flipping off the safety and pulling the trigger. The gunshot rings out throughout the narrow alley, amplified by the brick walls surrounding us, and I fire again. The bullets hit their marks, and the Lion's grit his teeth against the sting of pain, but it doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t even bother to duck out of the way because this close, and with the massive chest I’m aiming for, there

Asher's heart skipped a beat as he heard the ominous click of the trigger. But instead of firing a fatal shot, the trafficker's aim shifted, and he shot Asher in the leg. The bullet tore through his flesh, breaking bones as it entered and exited the other side. Asher's anguished howl echoed through the trees as his world narrowed to a single, searing point of pain.

I could feel the cold metal of the gun pressed against my chest. The man’s finger was on the trigger, but I didn’t flinch. Something inside me something deep and primal told me that this wasn’t the end. For a second, I thought I heard Damian's voice, but it was muffled, distant. Then the world exploded in a rush of sound. The gunshot never came. Instead, there was a loud, deafening crack as a bullet tore through the air, hitting the man in the shoulder. He spun around, dropping to the floor with a scream.

I walked toward him slowly, my steps steady and cold. “I never play fair with a liar,” I said. “And the game only ends when I win.” Brian’s eyes flashed, and suddenly he lunged for the gun lying beside his mother. He barely wrapped his hand around the grip, when I pulled out mine and fired. The bullet hit him straight in the chest. He jerked back, gasping, his hand releasing the gun as he staggered onto his back. He coughed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he stared up at the sky.

Faith's lips twitched as her eyes darkened with anger. She swiftly stepped back to the wall, reaching for a large, double-barreled shotgun disguised as a decorative piece. Though it looked ornamental, it was always loaded, ready to fire. Click, click. Faith adjusted the shotgun and aimed it straight at Kaze. Even though she had not fired yet, the sight alone made Buffy turn pale. “Kaze, get down!” Faith was an avid shooter and frequently visited gun clubs, well-aware of the devastating power of a shotgun, often referred to as a “cannon.”

REX'S POV The gun feels heavy in my hand, a cold extension of my anger. My heart pounds as I steady my breath, the weight of everything pressing on me. I raise the pistol, aim at the target a few feet ahead, and pull the trigger. The shot rings out, sharp and piercing, cutting through the silence around me. The bullet hits the edge of the bullseye. Close, but not perfect. Story of my life.