Steampunk Pistol Novels & Stories

Disappointed, he glares at her as Alexander presses a gun to her head and asks Dolf for the detonator. The gun that Alexander holds against Jenny's temple is no ordinary weapon. It's the long slide G24.40 S&W Glock that he obtained through his French 'pastime' with Sophie. She had gifted it to him during his business trip with the Les Beaux Voyous, using their drug smuggling routes to sneak it into the States. Since he was the point man, it was a relatively easy task. This Glock was his preferred firearm, known for its reliability and minimal chances of jamming. The intricate designs of both Glock and Smith & Wesson made it adaptable to various shooting techniques and conditions.

Not that they got very far - Kali and her squad reacted immediately. They quickly drew their sidearms out - heavy suppressed flak pistols. Each one was slightly larger and more menacing than Kali and Freya’s handcannons. And instead of firing massive slugs, these guns fired superheated tungsten pellets into their targets. With dull and heavy THWAPS, they gunned down the technicians around them. Each of them were riddled with dozens of red-hot pellets, which tore into their bodies with sickening ease. They literally tore their bodies apart and cauterized their wounds at the same time.

Alex and Lucca rushed forward, as did Khalid, and in less than two minutes all the enemies had been overpowered, some dead, but many were alive and would be interrogated. This pistol was something I had ordered from Khalid, because it was special, the bullets were made to kill werewolves, because they contained silver, wolfsbane and some other poisons. So even if I missed a vital area, my enemy would be weakened enough for me to aim again. Khalid approached and offered me a handkerchief and I wiped enough off my face, then turned to the cameras.

“let me make something very clear.” My eyes shifted to May. “May,” I said, my tone still light, “where is the man?” May bit her lower lip. She pointed directly at a man standing near the back. I followed her finger, frowning slightly. Honestly… he was ugly. Not even close to Renzo in the same world. “Where is it…” I murmured, pretending to search my bag. Aha! “Found it.” I pulled out a compact black pistol. A Glock 26.

Kambiri replied "It's alright," He said. "So they gave you guys these pistols? I wish the bullets can ever finish, it is a very dangerous gun" Kamdiri said as he picks up the pistol which was on top of the ground and closed to him. "Yes, the pistol is special, billions of dollars were squandered in making of this pistol, the bullets don't run dry, you don't fix bullets to it," One of the men on black said. "Wow, we really have great equipment to attack the Vanguard city, which will be happening soon," Kambiri said in excitement.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

We stay like that for a few seconds before I pull away from him. "Did you bring it?" I ask him, and he starts to nod his head frantically. "Yes, I did." He makes a gesture and removes something from the inner pocket of his jacket. He takes out a gun. "Is it in there?" I ask him, and he nods. "The bullets are made of thallium encased in grinded wolfsbane." Oliver says as he hands me the gun. The metal is cold and heavy to hold. Exactly how I imagined it to be. I hold it in my arms and flex it around, checking it.

She asked herself as she looked at the weapon in her hand. “Why would he need a pistol like this?” She asked herself again. It didn’t look like a normal pistol. She opened the chamber to see everything finely crafted. She was probably being delusional right now, but she was awed at its design. She took one of the bullets and bought it closer to her nose. Indeed it was filled with gunpowder. She turned the bullet around see TP carved on it as well. Same italic font except smaller in size to go with the small size of the bullet.

“What are you waiting for, young lady? Come in and pick your gun.” “O… Okay. Right away,” Sotiria answered tremblingly and entered the shop. She picked a silver mini pistol. The pistol was a tad shorter than her palm, and it fit into her pocket perfectly. The shop owner said that although the pistol was small in size and light in weight, it was incredibly powerful. If three people were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, she could penetrate the heads of all three at the same time with a single shot. It was also the most expensive pistol in his shop, and it cost more than 2 Black coins.

The regimen of Verónica and her family provoked the bankruptcy of many businesses, not to mention the extortions and blackmailing that the people had to face as the story progressed. "Do you mind if I take a closer look?" "Be my guest" With his permission, I held the huge pistol with my left hand. It was surprisingly light considering its size and length. Here I got around 25 centimeters of pure firepower. Not only that, but the bullets were of an intimidating size. All of that is imprisoned in a magazine with 8 rounds in the handle. This is way unexpected... To think I would be able to find the mysterious blacksmith right here...