Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

The man commands. And the hell breaks loose. THIRD PERSON POV Two armies charge at each other as the man’s voice resounds through the woods. Beast slashes through the wolves with her silver blades, then whoever’s behind her finishes the enemy off. Aiden and Asher work with Leo as her sidekicks, efficiently killing off the Undeads at the front. The sounds of gunshots can be heard throughout the whole area, alerting every living thing about the bloodbath taking place there.

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.”

Pragati POV . . . I turned my face in the other direction, and my eyes landed on the home theater where I saw that the lady was watching the man in pain, and then out of nowhere she took out a gun and placed it on his head. I felt the same had happened before. I felt this scene the same as my dream. She immediately pulled the trigger and shot that man in his head. I couldn’t breathe, and in no time darkness consumed me. . .

012 Luca: 'POW’ The gunshot echoed across the room, the sound piercing as my index pressed against the trigger, my gaze planted on Martha who screamed. I waited patiently and finally, I got what I wanted. I got that look on her face, the look that meant she knew it was over and it was time to just give it up as I was winning the game already.

POW! The first shot slammed into the man in charge. He fell backwards feeling as if the wind had been knocked from his lungs. He dropped the ground watching as these men attacked from every angle. There were even two men in building windows above opposites sides of each other with M240 Bravos raining machine gun fire down on his men. Some men gave into fear and jumped back in their vehicles only for them to be shredded by the machine gun fire. The vehicle quickly was made to resemble a soda can hit by a shotgun repeatedly. Some of his men even tried running away, only to be shot in the back. 'What's happening? Who could possibly do this?-"

Chapter 1 - Possibilities *Four months ago* Penelope I stared at the target, loaded gun firmly clasped in my hand. My forefinger lightly pressed the trigger. I took a deep breath in through my nose, slowly letting it out through my mouth. I pulled the trigger, the bullet leaving the chamber shaking my hand as I shot at the target. I did it repeatedly until my gun clicked, and the chamber rang empty. I pushed the red button, moving the target towards me as I took off my goggles and earmuffs. The paper target stopped in front of me. A low whistle sounded behind me, and I smirked as I turned to find Devon Owens standing behind me.

I was the one who suggested Enzo the guns be repaired and rebranded as ours instead of letting all the investment go to waste. I took precise aim and fired the weapon. The gun roared to life, sending a constant spray of bullets hurtling through the air toward the intended target. The gun's recoil shook my body with each shot, its energy pulsating through me like a conscious force. Pablo watched intently as I fired the gun, his eyes scanning the weapon for any signs of malfunction. "Looks good," he said, nodding in approval. "What about the others?" Moving on from the Kalashnikov, I picked up the next firearm on the table, a smooth and stylish shotgun. I examined it closely, checking the safe

What in the absolute fuck . After looping the reins on the saddle horn, I slid the shotgun out of the holster, my fingers naturally hitting the carry and bolt release without even looking. I shouldered the shotgun snuggly and looked down the barrel, focusing on the dark shadow while it continued to move closer and closer, as if it was calling my bluff. I placed my legs a little forward on Dub, asking him to be steady as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I could now make out the dark figure as it gave me the perfect quartering to shot, its red eyes fixated on me.

71. Saved Third Person's POV A piercing gunshot echoed through the air, making Wynter and Shadrach scream in fear. Wynter instinctively shut her eyes, bracing for the searing pain she was certain would come, expecting her soul to quit her body at any moment. But the impact never came. Confused, she slowly opened her eyes, her heart pounding. Another scream—this one agonizing—rang out, followed by a second gunshot. Her mind raced. Was the danger closing in on her and Shadrach? Or was it happening elsewhere, through the phone? The uncertainty was maddening.

He gave her the thumbs-up symbol, and she grinned as she wedged the small foam-like pieces down into her ears. Man, this probably doesn’t even come close to what Shannon’s been going through, she contemplated, noticing immediately that everything she could previously hear clearly now sounded like it was underwater. She raised the binoculars again and watched, horrified, as Pete began to run, with the two men in the car both firing out their windows at him. She watched Pete get shot and fall, and she cried out. His pursuers left their car and started toward him on foot. Then she heard a faint crack rolling through the air from across the valley, followed by a second and much louder one coming