Supernatural Gun Colt นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He should suppose to touch it but a red smoke suddenly evaporates from inside the scar. “What the hell is this?” General Malta thought as the red smoke thickened. He stands up and steps backward widening his eyes as he witnesses Goryo’s body slowly woken up. The nine-footer devil was standing in front of him with his red eyes flaming and bulky body traced with dark veins up to his face. General Malta grasps his sword and quickly pulls it out from the scabbard, he narrowed his eyes as he quickly runs to attack the devil. The devil’s body was too slow to move because of its bulkiness. General Malta manages to slit the skin on his left arm as he slides down between the devil’s feet. General Mal

His one arm tightly enveloping my body. Arthur smash his hand hard into the side of the cupboard retrieving a gun from inside the splintered wood. Arthur's reaction to the man rounding the counter is psyche, inevitable. He fire straight at the man with sharp precise three-round bursts that send the man falling to the ground. The other guy reach for Arthur's gun, but Arthur roll his hands down and away, making a quick swirl then his feet meeting the man's face. His head turn to the side from the kick and with a small snap of Arthur's hands around his neck he fall to the ground. Motionless.

Clara said, making me wonder what Adrian was doing in my father's company. "Alright, Clara, I am on my way..." I was saying, hoping to reply, but a yell brought a pause to my words. "Hey!" I heard one of the men fixing the truck yell, drawing my attention and Colt's. In a blink, I watched him and the other men bring out rifles in an instant. "Watch out, mam!" Colt shouted as he jumped to my front, with the men firing some shots. One of the bullets pierced Colt's right chest as he stumbled down, bleeding profusely.

“ Wait? “ I said. She stiffener and I traced my fingers across the mark or tattoo I had seen in my dream earlier. The dream that urged me to find her. “ What? “ She asked, trying to know what I was doing. As if she knew what I was doing, her muscles tensed. “ It's a supernaturals mark, everyone here has it” I stiffened. “ Supernaturals?” She nodded and snatched my shirt to wear it like she didn't just drop a bomb at me. “ I have no answers though, I never really pryed when Polinette explained, it reminded me of my family “ A sad look passed on her face and it was gone. She got up. “ Stay, please, tell me, I want to know” I said.

“How do you know that?” Rowan shrugs. “I’ve stumbled upon a few other supernaturals over the past year. A lot of them are surprisingly chatty. Especially after they figure out that I’m a vampire.” He shrugs his bony shoulders. “There’s this angel that works at the blood bank that gives me blood bags when he can. He’s pretty cool. Said that I reminded him of his kid. He even gave me a book on supernaturals.” He says as he rifles through a nearby bag and produces the book. “Here.” He tosses it to me before he turns back and begins to unfold blankets across the mattress. “I’m tired, man. You can stay if you want. Just don’t try anything funny.”

Anna moved from behind the sniper gun she was setting. Brianna just needed the sniper gun to get a grip on her target. She did not bring the whole of it. And it wasn’t the gun she would use in case she gets the information she needs from Jack Foster. The one she brought with her today was an airsoft sniper gun, a Novsitsch SSG10 A3 airsoft sniper gun, with only a short barrel, bipod, and sniper scope. There was no butt pad, so the long gun wasn’t that long as usual, and there was no magazine, no ammo, too.

It's only after a deep velvety voice caresses my ear canals, that I open my eyes I comprehend that I haven’t hit the ground. I become increasingly aware of the warmth of huge muscular hands around my waist just below my breast. The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves.

Cleaner than a scandal. Sabatine didn’t waste breath on questions. He moved to a section of the bookshelf, pressed a hidden catch, and a panel slid back, revealing a compact arsenal. He tossed a sleek, compact submachine gun to Anton, who caught it with the ease of a man who had taken the lessons of Geneva to heart. Sabatine took another for himself, along with extra magazines and two flashbang grenades. “Voss’s team?” Anton asked, checking the weapon’s charge.

Beta Eric pov. I hate that Colt forced me to come here. Even the team knows why he didn’t come. That it in fact didn’t have to do with business. He doesn’t want the she-wolves in this pack to throw themselves at him. I can’t say I don’t blame him. Ever since his mate died years ago. She-wolves have been after him and the power that comes with being his mate. They have even tried potions to make him think they are his second chance mate. Luckily his smart. He always has a white witch to check the bond’s legitimacy. Otherwise we would have ended up with a power hungry queen.

“Why are we not using the light? There’s a generator, right?” “Those motherfuckers might see the light from a distance.” I stilled to the voice at my back, and as thuds of footsteps got closer. My heart raced in anticipation to see him again. I turned to face Colt, studying him—he was wearing Camo gear. “Where did you get that?” He discarded the uniform back at the lake when it got soaked. “I’m a very resourceful man.” He smirked, and that smirk alone made my blood pump so fast against my veins—I could feel the sudden rush that shot straight to my chest and neck.