Supernatural Gun Colt Novels & Stories

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.

Dane addressed him directly, "Did you, in fact, provide any tools or materials to a gentleman last night?" Mr. Colt hesitated for a moment, casting a wary glance at William, who was now looking visibly uneasy. He cleared his throat before answering. "Yes, Your Grace, I did. The gentleman requested a particular tool, an unusual one, I must admit." Dane nodded, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "And what was the nature of this tool, Mr. Colt?" The gunsmith hesitated again but finally replied, "It was a device used for altering the firing mechanism of a pistol, Your Grace. I found it peculiar, but he assured me it was for a legitimate purpose."

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.

The driver deadly glare hooked at him, his other hand held a gun—a colt 1911 fully loaded sh*t. In a blink of an eye, he had pointed the gun right to his head, the metal pushing Luis head so hard that it harden on his scalp. Then. ‘Click’ The trigger clicked.

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

"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