Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I am fucking sure of it! Third Person's Point of View Shin started firing at the enemies. She started aiming at the enemies and she made sure that the bullet would hit the middle of both eyes of the enemies. In other words a clear headshot. Shin first killed the enemies who were on the top of the building, on the rooftop. The snipers were stationed there and he was sure that if he didn't knock him out first he would be the first. He carefully studied the information his computer had gathered about free souls.

Third Person POV River was full of anger as he saw Chaos laying on the ground, he immediately pulled the trigger of his gun to Marl head one of Labrets loyal men. River wants to spend all his bullets on Marl even though he is already lifeless but his eyes immediately look at the snipper that is aiming a shot to Chaos and Peace again. He runs as fast as he can, he will never let Chaos take all this pain when he causes already so much pain to him and he deserves all of this, that’s what’s in his mind as he uses his body as a shield for them letting bullets shoot him at his back. He gathered all the strength he still has and helped Peace full Chaos behind the car that can be shield from the bul

**** Pov: Aiden. The rain’s a cold slap against my face as I crouch in the woods, the Nightshade mansion looming through the trees like a fortress mocking me. My boots sink into the mud, and the weight of the silenced pistol in my hand feels heavier than it should. The drone’s gone, its tranq dart missing Asher and Ember by inches, just like I planned. I’m not here to kill them—not yet. The voice on the phone made that clear: *Get the boy. Break the Nightshades. Nothing else matters.*

I looked at the guns and imagined the amount of people that died from these weapons. Vivid images of war and combat raced through my mind and I tried to shake them free. He moved over to the left side of the shed and I followed closely behind him, as if the guns would pop out and shoot me. “These are Pistols and required for personal use, really. Home protection, gang members, that kind of thing. Really easy to use, but they don't really work long distance as well.” I nodded and he moved onto the next side. “These are the Shotguns. Usually used for multiple targets, like flocks of birds. Not terribly hard to use, because of the wide range it hits when it goes off.”

The power of a shotgun was truly terrifying. In long-range engagements, the shotgun was far inferior to sniper rifles and even small-caliber handguns. Yet, it held a dread-inducing title—the king of close combat. Within a range of 30 meters, the shotgun was undoubtedly the most formidable firearm, second to none. Once the bullets were unleashed, they could easily engulf an entire human body, turning flesh and blood into a sieve, even piercing through bones. However... Alexander was no ordinary man.

Robin looks up at Cammie, “have you ever shot a gun before?” “No, but if you show me the basics I figure you point in the direction you want to aim for and pull the trigger”, Cammie says without flinching. Robin says, “okay, you’d be better off with either the shotgun or the handgun. The shotgun is heavy but the easiest to shoot.” He walks over to where the shotgun is leaned against the wall, picks it up and takes it over to Cammie. He places it in her hands and the weight of it nearly topples Cammie forward into him. He takes it from her, “let’s try the handgun”.