Novel & Cerita Shotgun Pov

REX'S POV The gun feels heavy in my hand, a cold extension of my anger. My heart pounds as I steady my breath, the weight of everything pressing on me. I raise the pistol, aim at the target a few feet ahead, and pull the trigger. The shot rings out, sharp and piercing, cutting through the silence around me. The bullet hits the edge of the bullseye. Close, but not perfect. Story of my life.

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.

he said frowning, thinking hard, closing it again. "I used to go hunting with him, well, just to observe of course. But I can remember how he used to manoeuvre it." Turning the muzzle towards his face, he peeped through it, checking if it was clean, then turned it around again, holding it from the wooden grip. Smiling at us, he placed the shotgun on the table, making a thud sound. "Are you all in for the plan?" He asked, looking at everyone. Luka's POV

The poachers were holding their handguns in place as their leader was directing them to distract the coming wolves as they tried to get the black wolf out of the trap. “Don’t you just stand there?! Kill them. Kill them all and we can use their coats for our upcoming projects. Our benefactress will be very happy and we will be drowning in greens,” the leader stated as he was aiming the gun for one of the glittering eyes in the darkened forest. He was about to pull the trigger when the violet-eyed poacher hit him in the head. The leader went down with a groan as his right-hand man stepped on his hand to release the gun that he was holding.

Third Person POV A figure stepped out from the shadows as Johnathon ran for the door. All Aaron saw was a sudden slashing of claws and then the spray of blood as the shadow sliced his throat. The men tensed as his body dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, his eyes staring blankly at nothing. It had been so quick that nobody had time to react.

Vito POV The gunpowder scent still clung to the air, sharp and metallic. In the immediate aftermath of a gunshot, there is a very specific kind of silence—a split second where everyone forgets how to breathe—before the screaming and the chaos erupt. I sat perfectly still in my wheelchair. To anyone watching, I was the same broken man they always saw: the blind, paralyzed head of the Romano family, a lion with pulled teeth. But beneath the blanket draped over my useless legs, my hand was steady on the cold grip of the weapon I had just fired.

‎THIRD PERSON POV ‎ ‎Matilda walked into the courtyard only to see Porsha practicing her target practice. She watched as one of Porsha's arrows flew across the sky, landing in the middle of a formerly shut arrow, and a sick smile creeped to her face. ‎It was a known fact that the ladies in Leviathan's harem were forbidden from taking up ammunition as it underminds the emperor's strength, but Porsha didn't know this law, cause she wasn't actively a member of Leviathan's harem just yet.

VERNERO POV I was sitting on one of the couches in our bedroom flipping through channels, ever so relaxed after a long day. My mind drifted back to when Leigh messed up the gun training so bad, but I had found that so cute I couldn’t bring myself to tell her to stop. Had it been anyone, they would have been six feet underground for wasting my time. But watching the determination on her face as she aimed the target, only to miss it so terribly or just continue pulling the trigger without the gun going off; that had been the highlight of my day.