Supernatural Gun Colt Novels & Stories

"Well, I got stuck with that gun. Another customer ordered it, had it worked on and then skipped town. That is a unique rifle for sure. It's a reproduction of the old Winchester Model 1892 lever action. It's chambered in .454 Casull Magnum. That's where I think you might have a problem with it, though. Because it is so light and the cartridge it shoots, well to put it mildly, most men piss their pants when they shoot that thing." Elena laughed and smiled. "I'll make you a deal. If I can handle the recoil, I'll buy it. How's that?" He cocked an eyebrow and looked her up and down and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, miss. I have an indoor range attached to the back of the building. Come around a

But I’m sure the special security setup will still work because it has its own power source… The slightly overweight banker loaded slugs into his collector 1887 Winchester lever shotgun with shaking and sweaty hands. It was a collector’s item that he had acquired at an auction due to his penchant for purchasing Terminator 2-related collectibles. Of course, he knew it should not be used for shooting a possible assassin that’s out to kill him at that very moment, but what can he do? I know this gun costs a fortune but it’s the only one in my study as of the moment. And my life, literally, depends on it right now!

Craig smiled when he saw her, “look beautiful, you have made me sweat for no reason, but that’s okay since I will be sweating more anyway.” “Take one more step near me Craig, I am going to kill you.” “No you won’t honey,” he smiled and fetched out something from his back. Sasha gasped when she saw the black shiny gun, her heat dropped into her stomach. Never in her life had she imagined herself to be held at gunpoint, “do you know what this is? It’s Colt.45 revolver, one single bullet from this would send you straight to hell. Have you heard about how famous it is?” He chuckled, “do you know the owner? Don’t worry I will tell you, this belongs to one Mr. Michael Joseph Brown, does the name s

the general uttered, he was as shocked as he is. “I suppose to look for you and the young man as well,” the general said with his voice stuttering. “The young man was with me, he’s beside me,” Therens answered, he sounded flat yet no one can identify how he is feeling from his voice if he was angry or just in a serious tone. General Malta look below and saw the young man covering his ears, he cannot tell if he was shaking from the darkness that surrounded them. Therens felt something moving in his back pocket where the dagger was hidden. It was bothering him, he quietly and secretly pull the dagger. He was right, it was the dagger moving on its own once again. He holds it tight and returns i

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.