Shadow The Hedgehog Holding A Gun Novels & Stories

And I see it all. A shudder ripples down my spine as my eyes pin on the items. The fucking items! I dip my hand in the hole and grab the cold, metal in my hand. It feels heavy despite the light weight. A gun! He has a gun…a revolver gun. Burying my hand further, I pick up the grenades. An RPG and bullets. Then I see another. A tattoo machine. Tension grips me like a vise and I shudder as I see pictures lined in the hole. I drag some out and to my surprise, the people’s body I see in the pictures has the same tattoo on their skin.

As Kenn threw his silver knife and the weapon shot toward Matt's neck, something unexpected happened. A shadow quickly jumped out of a dark bush and knocked the knife out of the air. The silver knife was thrown and stuck in a tree, far from the target. Kenn was startled, his footsteps stopped. A tall man with piercing eyes and a chilling aura emerged from behind the trees. His hair was dark, his face was hard, and from his muscular build and the claws peeking out from under his fingers, it was clear that he was no ordinary human.

The two swords clashed in the air, the sound of metal on metal echoed around the camp. Hudde attacked the Seeker from the left. A hand of smoke and darkness, just like the one that killed Gunther, appeared in front of Hudde, and before he could dodge it, the hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing him hard. Hudde dropped his sword as he fought to free himself from the dark spell. “Hudde!” Rhobart yelled loudly as he jumped to help him. Atlas joined Eude, and both of them attacked the Seeker relentlessly. Rhobart kept trying to find a way to help Hudde, but there was no way to remove the hand of smoke and darkness.

The men rejoiced as they looked through the bag filled with cash. "Now, the item," Shadow asked with irritation. The men stopped and cleared their throats before the one at the very back showed a black box with no sign of opening. "A deal's a deal," he uttered before throwing it to him. Shadow caught it midair and glared at him. "Be careful with that, aight? 'Ya might accidentally kill someone," the smaller fellow joked with chuckles following after. The one with the biggest muscles punched Shadow in the stomach and he reacted lightly. "What the fuck is that for?" he asked before holding his stomach. That fellow can pack a punch.

The shadow lurked in the shrubbery, trying to stay hidden from its pursuers, laying low on the ground as its blue eyes were looking at the people—bad, dirty humans—who were trying to catch it beforehand. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the forest as the dried leaves were crushed underneath their boots. The poachers were turning their heads here and there, wanting to make sure that they were not missing any spot that the sable, furry wolf could not be hiding away from them. Their leader harrumphed loudly as he stomped his foot on the ground. “Anything? Anything at all?” he asked his crew—the very people that he trusted to bring the big, black wolf to his feet as he paid them to do

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

A laugh came out, "You look like..." I rolled my eyes, "A penguin I know." "Come on, wear my helmet," I shook my head no. He sighed aspirated, "Don't worry I don't catch a cold easily. Unlike you. Now please wear it." Even though he said 'please' he forced the helmet on my head after putting my hair to the side so it won't get tangled. "That's better, now let's go." He smiled gently and grabbed my hand swiftly, pulling me out from the shop and towards his motorcycle.

he snarled in her face. "Al-Alpha of the Broken Shadows Pack. Al-Alpha Caleb Asher." she stuttered. I crouched down and crawled closer to the side of the wall so that I could see the scene clearer. I realized that there were many more big buff guys guarding the alley that led to an empty road. The guy in the hood took out a gun from a holder and pointed it to her forehead. Her eyes widened as she saw the gun that was pointed to her forehead and started shaking as more tears spilled out of her eyes.

“Return to Nidhogg, and I won’t report this to Rei-sama.” “Shut up!” Ren snarled. “I won’t return to Nidhogg!” The Nidhogg assassin narrowed his eyes before raising his gun at Ren. “Then you leave me with no choice, Ren-sama,” he said, before one finger curled around the trigger of his gun. A gunshot rang out. But it wasn’t from the gun of the Nidhogg assassin. That gunshot caused the Nidhogg assassin to drop his gun with a painful cry, cradling his right wrist. Ren blinked at that action before spotting a shadowed figure appearing from around the corner, armed with a gun.

She tipped the scale at a whopping one hundred and forty pounds—much of it muscle, she told herself firmly—and she had no chance of taking on a werewolf, though she had come prepared, just in case. She opened her eyes, pulled her gun out of the glovebox, and slid it into the waistband of her pants. In her front pocket was a gaudy silver cross necklace covered in rhinestones of all colors, and her other pocket held an extra clip of silver bullets. She'd acquired a small bullet-loading machine to design her own ammunition and made a surplus in preparation.