Shadow The Hedgehog Holding A Gun Novels & Stories

he taunted, landing a swift counterpunch that sent the thug stumbling. I faced off against Mohawk Guy who is in front of me, dodging his wild swings of his bat with a mix of agility and street smarts. "I've had enough of clichés for one night," I quipped, landing a solid kick that had him reassessing his life choices. The room became a battleground of fists and chaos. Amid the battle, a mysterious figure in the shadows aimed a gun at us. Before I could react, Hendrix, with his werewolf reflexes, deflected the bullets with a piece of debris.

The spikes are already hidden in the surface of the wand. The hunter shakes his head, quickly rebuilding himself from numerous internal fractures . Looking ahead, his eyes see a werewolf standing with a wand . There is wild anger in his eyes. He sees the wand, it flies right at him, passes through the chest and gets stuck in the wall. He feels the thorns dig into him. He sees the energy in the Shadow Pin begin to work, forming a barrier.

Dario. Amy didn’t wait, she moved in and that’s when it went wrong, the Ambush they had been waiting, seven men, heavily armed not Capetti, not Merchetti — the shadow family. The ones who had sold their loyalty to whichever side paid more. Amy ducked behind a marble column, reloading. One of her men was already down, the other was screaming. A bullet grazed her thigh, she stumbled. Another smashed into her shoulder. The outfit slowed it, but the force knocked her back. Blood in her mouth, smoke in her lungs. She heard her name once and then — silence, she collapsed.

*BANG* "Ghh!" holding her bleeding hand, Shen Yu turned her gaze and found that the mortal she looked down upon, pointing something at her. It was a gun, something that mortals use in this era. All people of demon realm had knowledge of this thing called guns or firearms. They looked down on it because it won't do much to them. Basically it was considered harmless, hence the reason why Shen Yu didn't consider the man in black suit to be dangerous. What Shen Yu didn't know, even though Yang Lixin was a mortal, he used to be the leader of a special force. He had sharp eyes for observation and knew how to launch an attack using the thinnest gap. Otherwise he wouldn't be called 'The Shadow' Yang

"I promise. It–it won't happen again. I won't– I won't fail you again, Big Boss." Antoine smiled. "Of course. You won't." He retreated to the table, tossing the blade in a tray where other bloody tools settled. He picked up a towel, wiping off the blood on his hand, and said, "Finish him off." From the shadows of the room, a younger man in a black hoodie stepped into the dim lights with a gun in his hand. With the swift precision of a sharpshooter, he pulled the trigger and drilled a hole flawlessly between the man's eyes.

the driver said, pulling away from the curb. "I didn't see any police, " Henry said. "Are you trying to --" "Something's wrong down here," she said. "I'm seeing shadows move, but I can't see what's casting them." Henry was suddenly all business. "What do the shadows look like?" "They're . . . blobs. I can't describe them any better, but that's what they are." "Did you bring a weapon?" "I've got my snakewhip belt, and a 9mm in the purse."

"I wish you weren't so afraid to show yourself more often." "How touching," a menacing voice says from behind us. Alessandro and I whirl around to see a figure standing a few feet way. We scramble to our feet, Alessandro grabbing my hand. I can't see him well because he's got a black hoodie that conceals most of his face. "Who the hell are you?" Alessandro demands. The guy pulls something out of his pocket. The half-moon flashes on it. Holy crap, a gun. Alessandro pushes me behind him. "What the hell do you want?"

Literally. I glance over to Saleem and Shadow briefly, they sit high in the branches of the trees under the shadows, silently watching, waiting for the moment to strike for the kill. Seeing me looking at them both heads turn towards me, giving me a slight nod of questioning. I give them a nod, signalling what I want. Immediately Shadow drops from his spot with agile swiftness that shouldn't be possible, he lands silently on his feet behind the guard, I watch with narrowed eyes as Shadow swiftly grabs the guards head, giving it a sharp yet sudden tug in which immediately snaps his neck. Shadow lays him on the ground, and the moment he does, Saleem follows suit in dropping to the ground outsid

Hudson didn’t look faze, he continued to speed off and I tightly clutched on his jacket to steady myself. That left two. One of the remaining rogues hung back, his bike weaving to avoid Ethan’s attempts to flank him. He sneered at us before he whipped out something from his jacket and then I saw it, my nightmare, a second gun in his hand. And I could recognize the silver bullet in it even in my dreams! “Hudson—!” “I know!” he snapped, his tightened his grip around the handlebars. The rogue raised the gun, his aim steady despite the bumpy road and the slight shaking of his motorcycle. My breath caught in my throat. There was no way we could dodge this.

I frown, pulling the knives and gun out of my waist band and dropping them on the coffee table. His face relaxes a little and I press my lips to his. I had never let a man worm his way into my heart like he has. It was almost endearing. His dark eyes move to my weapons. He was looking for blood, but they were still just as shiny as they were when I left hours ago. “He’s still alive?” “For now. The fucker knows exactly what he’s doing. I should just let him carry on. He’s certainly gunning for someone in Black Shadow. But he will just kill them, he won’t tear them apart and destroy them first.”