Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

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

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

Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise? I tiptoed down the hallway, the hard press of the gun against my behind as I got to the open space living room and kitchen. "Who the fuck let you into my house?", I jumped out in surprise, raising the gun and pointing it to the kitchen area Kane's surprised green eyes stared back at me, his body bent behind the counter like he had been looking for something. His eyebrows quirked at the gun after a long pause of silence and I put it away, flipping it back to safety.

He thought sarcastically, as if hearing his thoughts Maya turned to look at him. "Don't think it's just a game, Shiv. Think of it as a real shoot out." She insisted and he frowned, slowly his body started to get the feel of it and he crept behind Maya's small figure. Suddenly she moved, pulling them both behind the wall and the sounds of guns firing took over the silence, Maya was shooting and someone else was shooting too, he squinted his eyes to see four teenaged boys squealing and firing blindly. Maya shot somehow precisely not letting the paint smear her armor, Shivansh watched in wonder as the small, almost breakable looking Maya was an outstanding shooter. He felt the need to shoot too

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.