Supernatural Gun Colt Novels & Stories

Without further ado, he prostrated on the floor and begged, “Philip, please, on the account that we were classmates, please spare me. I won’t dare to do such things anymore. I’m a bastard. I was confused. Please just give me a way out.” As he spoke, Juan burst into tears. His trembling voice proved the fear in his heart. Philip sat indifferently on the sofa with grim eyes. He raised his hand and gently picked up the bodyguard's silver gun from the coffee table. Philip looked at the silver gun, pulled the safety, and said, “Where did you get this?” Juan was in survival mode at this time and quickly replied, “The Supernatural Bureau in our country that specializes in capturing supernatural bei

Greg laughed then came closer to me but he paused when he was in front of the symbol drawn around me. "I told you it's not only shifters that can change. Come in Frank." He said making me shocked when my father's brother-in-law Frank came in. I looked at him in anger as he gave a cocky smile while looking at me. "Frank?" I said making him stand by Greg who stood up and walked around. "Well let's say your brother has been making weapons that could suppress supernatural not necessarily kill them. But then he engineered the most powerful thing that can even kill a god. A serum we love to call Hazard." Greg explained.

He says giving me a gun. "Have you ever used a gun?" He asks and I shake my head no. "That is a Beretta Cheetah. It is a semi-automatic pistol so you have to be careful. It gives quite the blowback if you don't have experience with guns so you have to be prepared." He explains and I nod. I just can't get over the fact that he looks so sexy. He took of his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up and let me tell you, wheeehooo.

"Wait, how did you know that?" Claire was confused, "is there something you are not telling me, Jack?" Jack sat on the bed, patting his hand next to where he sat. Claire looked at him worryingly, "so there is something you are not telling me? How did you know about the gun and me getting you out of being detained?” Jack laughed, “firstly, you never got me out of being detained, and the gun is not the same gun you thought it was.” Claire was confused and convinced it was the same gun. "The gun you had sold to me, not you personally, but you know what I mean, the gun was a 9mm colt, and I carried a Taurus."

“Anything can be.” “Why do we need guns, though?” She wondered. “We’re sharp tooth superspeed super strong monsters who can dramatically change into furry monsters.” “The idea of having a gun on you,” Heath walked in ahead of Rhett and Cameron. “Is that guns stop the danger from getting close enough to hurt you and buy you the time to use the superspeed and super strength to cover the distance.” “And even the odds,” Talen said. “We are few, they are many.” “Are guns even any good against the Mer and their armour?” Rhett wondered.

Rising from his chair, he walked over to the window, gazing down at the bustling streets of Rome below as the call connected. "Denmark," Jaxon greeted as he heard the familiar voice on the other end. "Do you have answers for me now?" "Yes, I do," Denmark replied, his tone confident. "I must say, you’re about to make a move on some of the most sought-after items in the market." "Tell me more," Jaxon urged, his interest piqued. “These guns, particularly the Colt Model 1847 Walker Revolver, are in high demand—especially by the Chinese market. That piece alone costs around €1.8 million, and competition for it is fierce."

I whispered. “It’s called a sweetheart grip,” he explained softly. “A Colt M1911 gun, custom engraved just for you. Here, try it out. How does it feel? Keep it in your purse always, okay?” His voice was smooth and velvety, his breath dangerously close, making my pulse race uncontrollably. I could swear the chef was hiding in the kitchen, silently watching as our romance deepened into something darker and deliciously forbidden. I took the gun out carefully, feeling the weight and cool metal in my hand. A slow smile curved my lips as I looked up at him.

••~~CORIAN~~•• “Do it, little boy… Do it, weak ass piece of shit!” Colby’s face jaw and fury hung above me. His spit hit my cheek with every word. He smelled like heat and rage. Sweat trickled down my temples, sliding into my eyes and burning. My hands shook so hard the gun almost slipped from my grip. The pistol in my hands was cold, but my palms were slick. The three-millimeter gun bobbed in the air as my arms quivered.

Or would the combined might of the Supreme God Destroyers crush him, leaving Fen's path of destruction unchecked? The situation took a dire turn. Lady Susan, a skeletal figure cloaked in swirling mist, materialized beside Ryan. Her eyes, glowing with an unnatural green light, held the promise of a horrifying demise. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a wave of potent poison, a sickly green mist that rolled towards Wilson. The other Supreme God Destroyers, emboldened by their leader's recovery, charged at Wilson. A whirlwind of claws, fangs, and raw power engulfed the old wolf. He fought with a desperate ferocity, his secret technique still humming at the edge of his consciousness.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.