Shadow The Hedgehog With A Gun Novels & Stories

*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

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

I recalled as I transformed into my beast form before grabbing it and running towards the east tower where the lanterns were. Hikaru's shadow shrieks when it realizes what I was doing and dashes towards me. Hikaru immediately cuts through the shadow being cutting, it into many pieces as fast as he could. Buying me time to grab a lantern and dropping the mushroom on top of the burning candle. The shadow figure shrieks as it burst into flames while the mushroom slowly catches on fire. The shadow creature crawls towards me lighting the ground on fire but it disappears into the flames long before it got to me. I sigh in relief as the Hikaru stomps out the flames.

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.

Susie and Abel ran into the woods, and it wasn't until the next morning that they strolled back to the café, hand in hand. Susie looked refreshed, with a healthy glow on her face. Her eyes were bright and her lips had that natural rosy tint, resembling petals. She seemed like a different person now, more vibrant and alluring than before. Today, she wore a light green blouse with all the buttons done up, hugging her neck. Through the gaps, you could just catch sight of the deep, faintly reddened bite mark on her neck, emitting a subtle glow—the magical mark of a werewolf mate. Abel’s transformation was equally striking. The friendly, approachable big-brother vibe he used to give off was gone,

The very first shadow that appeared, Alud blew off half of the head with a powerful paw, there was a screech of pain, but Alud did not stop, he knew that the shadow needed to inflict at least three fatal blows, since he could go into the shadows and soon recover. - Do not let them approach you, as soon as you see that they have become opaque, immediately hit different parts of the bodies, the main thing is to inflict more damage, then they will squeal and die. Alud growls, hurriedly conducting a combat briefing. Alud had already pounced on two more Shadows, the armored jacket immediately torn in several places from the retaliatory blows of living shadows. Yulia also did not lag behind, deftl

“Come back to me.” She took a deep breath and looked at Blake. “Consider yourself lucky.” She told him and walked towards Shadow. She changed into her human form and hugged him. “You did good.” Shadow told her, hugging her and caressing the back of her head. Blake grinned and held his stomach. He took out another gun that he hid under his shirt. He pointed at her and then there was a loud bang, but he wasn’t the one who fired the gun. Shadow and Lillian looked at him in shock and saw that he was motionless on the floor with a bullet in his head.

He drew down the hidden stairs and climbed to the basement. Inside he changed into his hunting gear. Black sleeveless vest, black leather pants, leather boots, and black half-finger tactical gloves. He took off his crossbow which he threw cross side over his body along with his bag of arrows, tucked his boots with a lot of daggers, and set off to hunt his targets. While he drove he checked their tracker and surprisingly it placed both of them in the same place. A bar down the city. When Dark Shadow arrived the fun had already begun without him but he was content to seat in his car parked few yards away to avoid detection to watch the fight. His main focus was on the black dude who looked mor

"Find your rifle and keep it pinned down." Herne gave him a nod of approval and retrieved the Dragunov rifle from the pile next to the stakes. The clicks of the firearm hit his ears before he cut Grace down. "Help Herne. I have it doing circles for the moment. Do not let it recover." Grace stood shoulder to shoulder with the sniper and aimed her flintlock pistol at the Spade Hood, "I am looking forward to dealing out some payback." Jack fell from his post to the ground unconscious and would not wake up. Warren panicked, "I need Theria. She knows healing magic." The rifle and pistol boomed in unison. The Spade Hood struck the ground with a thump.

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