Steampunk Pistol Novels & Stories

He gave a short dry chuckle at himself for how easy things had been as he played with one of his many semi automatic handguns, a golden coloured, specially designed Beretta Px4 Storm - it had served him alongside other guns faithfully all through his gunning expedition, it had never failed him. He was the businessman and he was about hitting a jackpot! He had acquired a desolate, dusty, old and partially ruined warehouse in the rurals of NYC upon landing in America with a false name and so far, it had come in handy. That was where he had kept one of his luggages for sale, a five year old chap with golden brown hair.

I snarl. Her laugh is low, throaty, maddening. “Too late for that, love.” Something cold and metallic presses into my ribs. I look down. She’s holding another weapon. A small, wicked-looking pistol, already cocked. Her grin widens. “Now, let’s try this again, shall we?” The cold press of the gun is sharp, precise, like Celeste herself. Her eyes glitter like broken glass, her breath brushing across my face, sickly sweet and intoxicating in the worst way.

We put on our goggles, head-pieces and gloves and made our way towards the counter where Charles provided us with our guns. "Which model is this?" Trevor asked as he ran his fingers over the metallic body of pistol. "Automag Four, .45 Winchester Magnum Cartridge." I responded. Trevor nodded in approval, "I personally prefer 5 but this will do nicely too." I grinned. "You know, I kept the bullet from the first time you taught me how to shoot."

Whatever the job calls for. To the right were all my favorite weapons. All of them were clean, organized and dusted which I actually care about. Knives were all balanced and personalized. I’ve got daggers tucked into false books and one coated in clear poison that kills in under three minutes. There were guns too like compact pistols, modified Glocks, even a matte-black sniper rifle broken down in a case under the floor tiles. Full magazines stacked in metal drawers. All untraceable. All mine. You wouldn’t believe how easy it is to go unnoticed when you wear a smile and carry juice boxes in your purse.

Honestly, they could have gone for a mustang, this beat up Mercedes was not the Caroni way but she was a beggar now, not a chooser. It was clean, that was something at least. The second thing she noticed was the compartment in the middle of the back seat. She pulled it open straight away and a fleet of weapons greeted her, guns, knives, daggers, military grade grenades, the works. She didn’t make time to establish all of it, just the Sauer P320 that had a rubber grip that was lined with gold. It stood out like a sparkling beacon. She knew this gun.

“Next door, my lord. “Give me something small, destructive, and perhaps silent. I think the pistol will do. - Well, I'll pick up something excellent for you, you definitely won't find something like this among people, a symbiosis of technology and fine materials, I'll go to the warehouse. - Gudeauard returns with a shiny pistol in his hands and a few extra clips. The novelty is almost silent, while it releases explosive charges with a special filling, tears the body and seriously slows down the healing of the wound. - with a gleam in his eyes, the keeper holds out the weapon to the vampire. Brook-ta-man looks at the trunk with interest. - Added Baltic Ghoul saliva to suppress regeneration? t

The attacked from his morning breath first made him flinch, which he quickly shrugged off, and went on with adjusting the waistline of his trouser. The left halve of the trailer housed a mattress, clothes and other junks he could find, while the other were a kitchenette, an old table, and his weapons. He then walked over to the right end of the trailer where sat the lazy rickety old looking table with a coarse honey-brown surface, and a limping leg supported by a slightly smaller wood right underneath. His eyes carefully went over the items on it: a disembodied Glock 17 9mm pistol, a weapon with the rare antique class of the past age -near extinct; an army knife with one smooth razor sharp e

killing him bang on time. "Take that woman with us." I heard a smoky voice from one of his guards. Maybe he was the beta, at least his robust physique said that. Muscles toned beyond expectation, hard firm body and his hotter than hell attitude….he looked like a Greek God, well not more than that rude King. The other two came towards me with such an attitude of killing me right then and there. Or they could make me their slave only with one word. As if! The moment their hands just brushed my skin, I felt they flinched, maybe it was the effect of those deadly poisons that made them feel a spark of electricity. Hats off to those powerless wolves, they were going to feel numb for at least two d

Liam asked quietly. "Oh, this?" asked Harriet with a warm smile. She said, "This is a new product that the capital's weapons artisans make. A brand new pistol” "A pistol?" Liam asked. Harriet explained that she didn't know what the Old Duke liked, nor was she sure what to buy him. In addition to this box of a pistol and its bullets, Harriet also bought some accessories. Such as watches, several pins and brooches, and other knick-knacks.

They would have thought it was just an ordinary headband. But make no mistake, all the pistols taken by Adam, even though they are only small, have high shooting speed. Fast and can destroy enemies quickly. One of them is a gun in the form of a match, the gun if you shoot the heart will make an opponent's heart immediately burst. Bullets have been designed with chemicals that are destructive. David also took his favorite pistol, the shape of a match and the shape of a typical pistol. He styled it well, kept it in his shirt pocket and tucked it in his pants.