Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

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.

The pain that stabbed my eyes was more of a surprise than anything. I shielded them with my arm the best I could while still wielding my pistol, but it was hard to aim at anything with spots swimming across my vision. As soon as the light appeared, it vanished. I blinked the clouds from my sight and was left with the visage of two short, crestfallen men. One held up a camera, the other clutching a handheld spotlight in his fists—the kind with enough power to bring down airplanes. The one with the camera sighed in obvious disappointment and turned to his partner.

Third Person POV George Kingston's gaze swept over all of them. He was waiting for someone to act when they heard a gunshot, which caused everyone to turn around and look in the direction of the sound. Everyone was taken aback by the person who shot George, and a gasp escaped their lips as they were least anticipating it from his side! Dominic was holding the rifle in the direction of Anthony, and George was astonished and amused to find that it was him who had shot Anthony. Anthony collapsed to the ground with a painful yell.

THIRD PERSON POV The next morning, Octavia is done shopping for groceries and is loading the bags into the back of her car. She's feeling good, enjoying the sunshine and the quiet morning atmosphere. As she's putting the last bag in, she suddenly feels something cold pressed against her back. Octavia's heart skips a beat as she realizes it's a gun. A voice whispers in her ear, "Don't move, don't scream. Just stay quiet and you won't get hurt."

He stopped shooting and Pamela got pissed. I learned a few things at that moment: you do NOT get used to being shot; you can NEVER appreciate the value of good body amour enough; you can never understand the true value of a sniper until your life is totally in their hands; and DAMN, Pamela was exceptional. Pamela put a bullet through his nasal cavity in that split second between him exposing himself with his muzzle flashes and deciding to put a few more bullets into my prone form.

>POV: CARRIE Eасh gunshot mаkеѕ mе flіnсh, but I саn’t take my еуеѕ оff thе hоrrіfіс ѕсеnе аbоut a blосk away. I can’t ѕее реrfесtlу.