Shotgun Pov Novels & Stories

SLOANE POV I immediately recoiled at the sound of the gunshot, my cutlery slipped from my hand and into my laps. I was shaken to my core. The bullet went through his chest, he touched it and looked at Chase before his face kissed the ground and created a pool of blood. I gulped when the body finally stopped moving, there were no screams, the struggle was minimal and he just gave up. I have witnessed a lot of killings but this was different, I didn’t expect this. I knew Chase was ruthless but this was more than I had ever imagined.

“Keeps life interesting.” We spotted a clearing ahead—an old barn, leaning and forgotten, offering cover. Travis killed the engine, and we slipped out of the car, moving like shadows. The first hunter stepped into the clearing, gun raised. I ducked instinctively, knife flashing. Travis struck the second, his movements precise, almost effortless. The hunters weren’t novices—they were skilled, relentless. Every parry, every strike, every evasion was a test, and the fog and broken light made it almost impossible to anticipate their moves.

Chapter 27: Aftermath **Tony's POV** My only concern right now was Valerie. The way she was jittering against me, trembling like a leaf in a storm, made my chest tighten with something I didn't want to analyze. She'd never been shot at before. Hell, she'd probably never even held a gun before, and here she was caught in the middle of a firefight because of me.

Letharia's POV I ran past the sun-struck buildings with a gun in my left hand and a bag of food in the right. I looked past my shoulder to see one man chasing me until his very last breath. I grabbed my gun, turned around, and shot 3 rounds of bullets, each one hitting his chest. I stopped running; I then walked back, taking the camera from my back pocket, taking a picture of the man I killed, innocent or not.

Lucas’s POV The muffled gunshot echoes in my ears, a sharp crack that freezes the blood in my veins. I stagger back, my hand flying to my chest, expecting to feel the wet warmth of blood, but there’s nothing just the pounding of my heart. The figure in the doorway lowers the silenced pistol, their face obscured by the shadows, but their posture is calm, deliberate, like a predator who’s already claimed their kill. My eyes dart past them, searching for the target, and I see it: a body slumped in the grass just outside the cabin’s back door, motionless, blood pooling beneath them. My stomach churns. Who’s dead? Emily? One of Julian’s men? Or someone else entirely?

Alex’s pov The gun went off between us. The sound still lives in my bones. For a split second after the shot, everything stopped. I remember staring down at my chest, waiting to see red bloom across my shirt and to feel the pain of a bullet tearing through me. I saw blood alright……Dark and spreading but It just wasn’t mine. Havelock’s body jerked once beneath me. His eyes went wide with shock, not pain at first, just disbelief and his fingers loosened on the gun.

THIRD PERSON POV The barrel of the gun felt cold as it pressed against the back of her neck. “You move too quietly for a woman who’s supposed to be scared, chica,” a low voice rumbled behind her. Valeria “Val” Cruz didn’t flinch. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat she was sure he could hear, but her voice was steady as stone. “Maybe you just don’t know many scared women, Rico.” The pressure of the gun vanished. She turned slowly, meeting the gaze of the man who had just emerged from the shadows of the warehouse. Rico was the gatekeeper, all muscle and menace. But he wasn’t her target.

He dodged it and she ran towards him like a tigress, arms outstretched to grab the barrel of the shotgun. The explosion of sound made me scream. My eardrums humming in agony as terrified bats soared into the night sky. Pearl lay on the floor, her chest peppered with pellets, her screaming dulled by my pounding eadrumrs. Numb, helpless I watched as Viktor swiftly pumped the shotgun, reloading it only to aim it back at Declan.

Third person POV "Fuck, let's go. Move!" Ace shouted at them when they reached the shore of the pier. He was carrying the gun in his hands, as he ran into the area. There are men on the top, firing in their direction. They shoot them one by one, the sparks of the bullet hitting the metals lightens the place.

Lilith’s POV “So what do you want to do today?” I moan at the sound of Arthur’s voice plunging me from sleep. I am so tired. I need more sleep. The past couple of days were draining. Physically and emotionally. If I have to hear one more gunshot or be scared for my life for one more minute I might just kill myself. I open my eyes at the realisation of my last thought.