Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

Then he turned yet again, and she saw him fly backward, then crumple to the ground. No! Shannon’s mind screamed as she zeroed in on Duffy, gun still in his hand, running to where Pete had gone down. She said a prayer, took a breath, focused, and squeezed the trigger, taking out Duffy’s right knee. His pistol flew from his hand as he collapsed to the ground clutching his leg, his contorted face in her scope proof of his screams carrying through the still night air. She watched as Duffy’s accomplice also went down, presumably from Larry’s rifle.

Amy didn’t shout, didn’t give warning, her fingers were already pressing into the trigger before their eyes adjusted BANG. One down neck shot, blood splattering the metal wall like a sick painting. BANG. BANG. Two more — down before they realized the angel of death wore heels. The youngest girl screamed as bullets shredded through the air. Amy ducked low, her body shielding her like instinct. Another man lunged — too slow. She turned, fired, his brains hit the floor first. The last shot rang out as one of the men lifted his hand not in surrender, but hesitation. Amy didn’t gamble with hesitation, the velvet fell from the gun like a promise broken. She stood straight, gun smoking. Her face un

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Paolo muttered. The red laser dots on Paolo’s body multiplied. Two on his chest. One near his neck. “Last chance, Virelli,” one of the men warned. And then, outside, from the darkness... Another gun cocked. Unseen. Asher. Watching from the shadows. A sniper’s calm. Ready to end this standoff in one shot if he had to. His hands clenched around the scope of his rifle, finger hovering just above the trigger as he watched the madness unfold from the dense underbrush about thirty meters away from the cabin.

Not now. “Where’s the girl?” I demand. He spits blood at me. I slam his head once, twice, into the tarmac. “WHERE?!” He just grins. That’s his answer. I reach to my side, pull the knife from my belt, and plunge it into his chest. It goes straight into the heart. His body jerks, then stills. Third Person POV BANG. The gunshot rings out. Connor doesn’t have time to fully turn before the bullet tears into his side. The impact drives him hard to the ground.

the assistant shouted. Three guards slammed down polycarbonate shields. The first impact shattered the viewing layer. The second cracked structural integrity. By the third second— arms broke under recoil force. Bodies flew backward into mud and water. The fireline tightened. Closing. No gaps. No escape angles. Vivienne was shoved behind a massive industrial boiler. The world turned into sound. Nothing but gunfire. She shut her eyes—hard. And then— a memory surfaced. A quiet room. Her brother’s voice.

Bouncing my gaze to discover they had an array of handguns, semi-automatics and shot guns. A brown wolf unleashed a roar, echoing his contempt before lunging. However, one member fired the shotgun, releasing a ball of compressed energy that blasted the wolf into oblivion. I forced myself onto my feet, staring in utter astonishment at their weaponry. My jaw dropped when the semi-automatics were fired, the impact wasn’t as strong as the shotgun, however it was still a ball of crystalized energy that shocked their senses, electrifying the nerves and rendering the wolves unable to move.

Third person's POV The figure was slender, clad in a black tight-fitting combat uniform, with distinct body curves—she was a woman! "Who are you?" Golden Shark asked in horror, hastily pulling out his pistol from his pants. Sweat poured from him as the woman approached from the firelight, her face obscured. As he drew his gun, a loud "bang" echoed—a gunshot shattered his hand, sending his weapon clattering to the ground. Seizing the moment, the driver fired back.

he was soo close to my face. What?! W...was there...r... really a bullet left in the gun. That means.... I really could've killed myself and my brains would've really splattered out?! My body went numb along with my brain. He pulled the gun from my hands before my knees gave out and everything went dark. Third person POV, He sighed shaking his head looking at the unconscious girl in front of him on the floor. She tries to be brave.... while she's actually a chicken. He couldn't help but laugh. She was hilarious just now.

I said before picking up a hand cannon of a pistol, "What's this one?" "That would be the PZ 600, the bullets underneath are as natural as you are, anything you hit with that will go down, money-back guarantee." I tied the holster to my side and all the ammunition in my bag, before setting the gun in the holster. Jameson and Damien were gathering stuff, Jameson just picking out what looked good while Damien was more methodical with his choices. Then I saw it, a weapon so perfect it didn't even look real. There was a scythe on the back wall, split in color down the middle, one side silver the other side gold.