Supernatural Gun Colt Novels & Stories

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.

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

"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."

She had noticed some of them took more shots than others, and she couldn’t even begin to imagine what sort of experiments had been done on them because wolves did not normally act like this, look like this. "I'm out of ammo!" Colby yelled. Kenzie quickly took off her weaponry belt and slid it to her brother just as she spotted another one of those ugly motherfuckers running up the corridor. Firing she emptied her gun into it, but the damn thing kept coming. She quickly dropped the gun to the ground, retrieving her 25-inch Gerber Gator Machete that was hanging in the sheath on her back.

I was waiting for the right time to ask him about the gun in his bag, but I guess he wasn’t really hiding it from me in the first place. After I put on a white shirt, I glanced at him again, already in his gray tee, leather jacket, and jeans - barefoot - he pulled out the gun from his bag. Colt 45. Sweet. He caught my reflection staring at him; I didn’t look away while he watched me. “You’ve seen one before?” His voice was curious, no hint of any hidden agenda there. Huh. I guess I can read him just fine as well. “Dad taught me,” I grabbed my white sneakers under the closet, sitting on the edge of the bed.

the subordinate called out, walking off to inform everyone else at once. Just then, Ryder opened up his briefcase. He took out its contents and began to assemble a black sniper rifle with a red bullet clip. The rifle was a sight to behold. It was longer than a Barrett and taller than a human being, making it an absolutely fearsome thing to look at. It also seemed heavier than what an average person would be able to carry. "I don't think this is included in our service weapons, right?" Elsa had never quite seen anything like it. Ryder took out another black dagger and attached it to his waist before he lifted the rifle with one arm. "It's a super cannon with spiral bullets, able to take down

I gasp, grabbing my chest, and get off Colt. 1006 is back from whatever they did to him.