Supernatural Gun Colt Novels & Stories

Some would say we outnumbered, others will convince themselves we crazy but as I lift my gun and point it at one of my enemies I would just tell you that shit just got real. The guy drops as my bullet meets with the flesh of his forehead. Knight takes out two more, one with a switchblade through his eye and the other with three bullet holes to his stomach. After is on the floor with a guy's head between her legs as she squeezes his last breath out of him. Mercy is still standing by the door trigger happy. I put two more bullets in the guy on my left just for fun as I hear the sound of incoming cars. I don't worry much about it because the Ghost always gets its target.

Made this room to look like a hospital and recently cleaned the spray of blood from walls and floors from their previous victim? A shudder of terror mixes with anger and flares through my veins. "What am I doing here and where are Amelia and Lance?" Two men in silver uniforms enter and the monitor beside me picks up the frantic rhythm of my heart as my throat closes up. Supernatural cops wear that color. I've never seen any up close before. Behind them, my aunt shuffles into the room and I let out a small gasp. Her back is bent like she's been mentally beaten though there's no physical indication aside the fact her shoulders slump to tell me this.

His eyes burned with newfound intensity as he turned toward the opponent, who had thought he was the apex predator. The man's grin faltered. Ken raised his arm, the gun steady in his hand. This was no longer the same Heinzeln Ken. His fingers tightened on the trigger. The gunfire was deafening. But this time, each bullet wasn't just a projectile. It was infused with the power of the shadows—the pure force of the darkness Selena had entrusted to him. The air vibrated with every shot, the bullets traveling with supernatural speed, each one tearing through the space between them with deadly precision.

I touched and pulled back the curtain and it was revealed to my eyes the things that Samantha was hiding. Spear, bow and arrow, and different kinds of guns. But what caught my attention was a crossbow. Where does Samantha use these things? I took an arrow and gently touched its head point. This was customized because there was SE engraved on it. Samantha Escanor. Between the letterings were red colors. Using the tip of my nail, I gathered the red stains. I brought it to my nose and smelled it. Smell of blood. That's when I frowned. What does this mean? She's into hunting? While I was absorbed with my deep thought, something fell on the floor. I bent down and looked for what had dropped. Then

“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.

DELUCA I stepped into the place, finding a tied up Colton by the door side, with another drinking male seated on a rocking chair. Already looking too far gone to notice us. I sighed with annoyance and gave a signal and Henry walked up to the guy who scrambled to get up but Henry gave him a soft push that had him stumbling back down and my eyes narrowed as I gave a short glance between a grinning Lucas and a smirking Henry. Fuckers. I aimed a gun at Colton whose eyes widened with fear and his mouth opened in a silent scream as I fired the gun thrice in quick succession.

"What's that... Where did you draw it out from!?" "This is the sacred gun, 'Argentum.' Normally used in opposition to vampires however additionally works on humans. But as opposed to golden bullets, you likely decide upon consuming lead." Seeing Anna flow her finger to the trigger, Raven raised his palms and surrendered, his face long gone light. . . . …..

Dean releases my arm at once, pulling me back so hard that I don't fall to the ground by miracle. With a single step forward, he hits Colton with the handle of the gun, hitting his nose. The sound of metal colliding with the bone makes me shrink, but it is Colton's blood firing through the blow that has my stomach turning in nausea. Hunter even tries to get up, but Dean is already by my side again, pushing the gun against my jaw.

These weren't the crude brute-force tactics Logan had favored—this was surgical precision applied to specimen acquisition. I popped up long enough to return fire, watching my bullets spark harmlessly off their tactical armor. Their gear was top-of-the-line, probably military prototype stuff that regular weapons couldn't penetrate. "Ruth," I called. "Please tell me you have something more substantial in that emergency stash." "Bottom drawer, behind the morphine," she called back. "Ruth's special blend." I found what she was talking about—a modified shotgun loaded with shells that looked like they'd been crafted by someone with serious knowledge of supernatural physiology. Silver-tipped, hollo

And as I scan the room, while I take a gentle spin on my heels, I am faced with Damien that is showing for me to get to his side. And as I glance over to my other side, I see the woman, only now getting a hold of what appears to be a Colt, one very similar to what Damien has. From what he told me, it is one of the very few things that can kill a Demon. Now, if someone is going to hit the floor is yet to be seen. But next is Damien's voice that comes through as a warning, "Now if you do not drop that gun, then you will find yourself where the sun does not shine."