Supernatural Gun Colt Novels & Stories

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

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

He sees me with my gun aimed at Karlo, and I can hear his voice echo from afar, “Don’t do it, Colton.” I look at Trinity, and I see the blood on her porcelain skin, and I only but shake my head. I raise my gun but an inch then, with one soft flick, my finger touches the trigger. I hear a slight click as the bullet moves into the chamber with ease. It slides smoothly through the chamber, and I can almost hear as it sings. Then there is a jolt, one snap, and two bullets later; Karlo Castaneda meets his fate on the floor.

Carson asked Eddie which made Eddie chuckle. "I landed inside a forest when I left the Afterlife. I was lost and didn't know the right path home. I met a guy named Nike and we both found our way out of the forest. It was in the forest when Nike saw a hobgoblin before Morgana descended to come to take her from us". Eddie explained to them. Eddie picked up the scroll and opened it. They moved closer to him and were surprised to see five weapons Instead of four in the scroll. The names of the four weapons were mentioned in the scroll but the fifth one wasn't mentioned.

Henrick asked Boone when he noticed that he was also taking some guns on the other crate. “I’m coming with you. Obviously.” He replied nonchalantly. Instead of wasting more time questioning his friend’s behavior, Henrick focused on taking a pic of his own gun. They didn’t take a while before the two settled on colt 1911 and Beretta M9 for Henrick and ARAK-21 XRS for Boone. “An Armalite?” Dave mockingly asked Boone. “You’re so confident to use that thing huh.” Neither of them laugh at his joke. “Let’s finish the deal already.”

Everyone was so eager to pay attention to what he was about to say. "As you can see, Hermes Chevalier's one and only fatal, gunshot wound was shot from a Millikin Colt Dragoon Revolver. This very expensive revolver was sold at an auction by Rock Island Auction Company for one point sixty six million dollars in the year twenty nineteen and is now in the possession of Dionysus Zephyr Chevalier. It wasn't so suspicious on how he can acquire such an expensive gun like that because as we all know, he is the most affluent business tycoon all around the U.S.A., Russia, the United Kingdom, Asia, India, Australia and so on and so forth."

“All I’m capable of is death.” “Then it’s a good thing you’re not alone,” came Ghost’s disembodied voice. Thin tendrils of lightning began crackling down my arms. Their golden glow was reflected in my eyes, in the snarl I held clenched between my teeth. Knight let out a pained groan as Colton freed the silver bullet from his shoulder. He cursed a few times then gave me a sharp nod. I let the small bolts of lightning dance down my hands. They bounced between my fingers, crackling quietly. “Alright, let’s get on with it. Maverick, you on board?”

If Kent weren’t my brother, I’d be thinking that he was trying to kill me. The sign on the building read: Chambers Gun Range. Of course. What else would it be called? We walked into the building, and it smelt like gun powder. There were a few guys in behind the counter but other than that it was just me and Kent. “Hey Reggie,” Kent called out. “Yeah,” One of the guys behind the counter replied. “I need a Ruger sr9c (handgun), a shot gun, and the black sniper rifle,” Kent ordered. The man went into the back room then came out with 3 guns.