Supernatural Gun Colt Novels & Stories

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.

The sense of smell of a ghoul-like him refused to tolerate this smell, nor did he intend to make love to his poor nose like that. Jin Iblisamal glanced at the Extreme Strong Deodorant Charm hanging from the ceiling. It was better to keep apart. Eden had not paid attention to his action. He was no stranger to the avoidance society of the blue-haired brother, and besides, he was still calculating how much more he had to pay to own the bracelet. If Balan had had this bracelet, his brother would not have to worry about the energy conflict in the body anymore, or at least it would help a great deal. Dragon-Blood wood could even prevent the passive energy from the outside and protect the wearer fr

He reached under the counter and pulled out a matte-black Sig Sauer with a specialized weighted grip. "The compensator is custom-built," Yuri muttered, sliding it toward me. "It won't kick. It’s a ghost’s gun." "Perfect," I said, checking the magazine. "Because I’m going to be the last thing Viktor Volkov never sees coming.”

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.

“Look at the angle, the gun that shot Alec was on a roof. I bet they knew he would get on top of me, so he was an easy shot. The drive by was to get him in place.” The whole thing made me sick to my stomach. Why would anyone want me? There is literally nothing special about me. I don’t shoot fire out of my hands or lasers out of my eyes. I can’t fly or freeze water. I am just a highly intelligent person. “Then I guess we are lucky they only took one shot.” Marc folded his arms. Colt’s phone started ringing. He stepped away to take it. “He could have shot me when we walked out.” Alec muttered.

Shane regretted interacting with the angel of death, who seemed capable of taking his life anytime if he wasn't cautious. "An ideal woman for you, indeed, sir. For me, Miss Arren is an EXEMPLARY woman." Shane revised his words, emphasizing another reassuring judgment for his employer's legitimate spouse. Shane began to realize there was an aura of jealousy brewing inside Leon. This awareness arose when Shane heard a faint 'click,' like the sound of a trigger being pulled ready to release a shot. The sound reminded him of the distinctive characteristic of a semi-automatic rifle. Shane started paying attention to the details of the Glock 22 gun held by Leon, understanding that the 'click' indi

DOOM’S POV I adjusted the collar on my shirt, black silk stretched over muscle, the sleeves rolled just enough to show the serpent tattoo that curled down my forearm. The night was dressed in silence, only the low hum of the estate’s security system breaking through. My Glock rested on the desk beside me, fully loaded, because no good date ever started without a gun nearby... That's just my opinion. I wasn’t a romantic guy, far from it but for Sally, I would pretend to be. She deserved one quiet night.

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”

“He begged, you know. At the end. Your father begged.” I said nothing. Something moved through my chest at that. Old and sharp and buried deep under eleven years of everything else. I felt it and I filed it away and I kept my face exactly where it was. “Let’s find out how tough,” Santoro said. He reached into his jacket. The gun that came out was old. A revolver, heavy, the kind built for exactly one purpose. He held it up between us so I could see it clearly. Then with his other hand he opened the cylinder.

“You were shot at.” “People have been doing stupid things with guns since before I was born.” I laughed and sobbed at the same time. Over her shoulder, I saw Colton step inside. He was human again. Barefoot and mud streaked. Wearing a dark hoodie that was too small across his shoulders and sweatpants that probably belonged to someone else. Blood marked one side of his neck, and there was an ugly burn along his forearm where the skin looked red and silver sick. His eyes found me immediately. The whole world narrowed. He had come back. Grace drew away and looked between us.