Supernatural Gun Colt Novels & Stories

A few men made their way to us as soon as we arrived and I knew it was straight to business. “Has anyone checked them out yet?” I asked the men who stood beside the crate and they shook their heads. “We've seen them, but we haven't tested any.” On replied. “What type is it?” Mason questioned and they went ahead to open it. My brows shot up at the sight of surprisingly beautiful guns in front of me. “In the description, it's a Colt Python Revolver. 357 magnum, 6 round shot, 6 inches long. This is quite a weapon if you ask me.”

“Where’d she get it?” “Dad got a crate of handguns he’s been keeping in his office. I saw he’s given some to the perimeter scouts. I don’t think the guns are staying there long, but if you want one, I could grab one for you. He’d know it was me, but… you could use the extra protection,” Colt decided. “I don’t want you to be punished for helping me,” I muttered. Colt shook his head and laughed. “Maybe I won’t be around to get punished.”

I sat there for a moment, staring at my reflection in the dark monitor. I stood up and grabbed my jacket. If I was going to take down Tulcero with the reinforcements, I needed better equipment than a standard Glock and raw strength. The Armory was forty minutes outside Ridgeway Oaks. It catered to a very specific clientele—supernaturals who needed weapons that could kill other supernaturals. I parked the Harley in the alley and knocked three times on the reinforced steel door. A panel slid open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. “Password,” a gravelly voice demanded.

Nathan asked me as if convinced I was going to change my mind. I nodded in confirmation as he shrugged and walked back into the house. Did I do something wrong? Where is he going? I asked myself, not sure what just happened. Was this some sort of test? Does he think I'm joking? Should I put the gun back? I turned around to put the gun back in the same place I pulled it from when I heard the sliding door open and close again. Nathan stood in front of me with a small green box in his hand. “You grabbed an A5 Hunter Semi-Automatic Shotgun.” Nathan said as he approached me, as if that meant something.

"A weapon that was meant to only be used by my most trusted if we were ever under attack… However, the man I trusted like a brother, stole it and mass-produced it. Selling it to several Cartel’s and Mafia organisations. According to my data, a couple of buyers were also supernatural." I now glanced back at them; Dante’s face was as passive as ever, whilst the other two were frowning as they listened. "Are you sure it's that dangerous?" Alejandro asked, his brow furrowed. "Yeah, there’s someone who had some of these bullets, and they sure as fuck worked. These bullets can kill so fast that if you were in wolf form, the body doesn’t even revert to human form. Emmet Garrons produced fucking tho

Hunter said sinisterly like a deranged man, and the next moment he cut off Armando's manhood as the flesh lay limply on the floor and he screamed in horror grabbing her crotch in disbelief as the blood spurts out. Hunter tossed the dagger away. Wiping his bloody hand on the fur of a dead wolf, he walked over to Silvia who was staring solely at him. At that moment Hunter was her knight in bloody armor. She couldn't explain in words how she felt at that moment seeing him taking revenge for her. But she paused when he grabbed the gun from her holster and placed it in her hand. She stared at the gun and then at him in disbelief. Silvia shook her head but the look in his eyes said there was no ot

Neon swirled the dagger around in her hand, her muscles tense, ready to react at any moment, as she swiftly turned towards the direction of the voice. "I said I'm not an enemy!" The person, who turned out to be a boy who looked her age, screamed, raising both hands in fright. Neon's eyes settled on the gun in his trembling hand. It was a famous weapon among werewolf hunters, renowned for its ability to shoot from a long range and its deadly accuracy against even the fastest of werewolves.

HERALD POV We took the supernaturals by surprise as we attacked the school this afternoon fully armed with weapons My blood was boiling for revenge as I shot my arrow at a supernatural which pierced through his heart and he dropped dead on the floor Yeah,die supernaturals "Die!!!" I yelled as I fire my gun at them sending more supernaturals on the ground I stopped shooting my gun as I sighted an old friend in the battle and a smirk formed on my lips "I’m gonna kill you today”

"Those stupid bastards. If they were going to ambush us, they should have at least brought a machine gun. What did they think they'd accomplish with mere handguns? Right, Valentine?" Jerry, seemingly completely at ease now that they were on the highway, asked in an excited voice. Eugene immediately frowned. An ambush with machine guns? If that had really happened, he'd be in the hospital now with holes all over his body, or packed into a body bag. Valentine silently disassembled the silver gun. A .45 caliber Colt Government. He seemed to have taken it from the dead Black gang member. Eugene cursed internally once when he recognized the type of gun the attacker had been firing, and then again

Yelled Kralis. It had already transformed its left fist into a sword. Maya ran from outside to come and hit it but it turned in her direction and shoved the sword into the right side of her stomach. After a lot of fighting, Koyala finally hit it in the back and it lost its stamina. He then hit it again and it fell on the ground. "Bastard." Meanwhile the doctor took a knife and put it in Sam's neck threatening to kill him if they made a move. They all dropped their weapons. As the doctor was struggling to unstrap Sam's leg, Koyala quickly drew his gun from his back and shot at him.