Tales Of The Guns นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He chuckled and proceeded to pick up a handgun from the wall. I looked around at all the guns that hung on hooks on the walls. And there wasn't only guns. There were crossbows, knives and an assortment of other weapons which filled the room. "It's like christmas!" Gabriel exclaimed as he pointed the gun to his front and felt the weight of it. I chuckled as I looked around the blue lighted room. I brushed my fingers against the cool steel drawers. I pulled one open and saw it full of bullets. Different kinds of bullets. I closed it and looked at the back of the large room. I picked up a sword from a rack there. A fucking sword. I swung it a couple of times, and the air whooshed as it sliced t

Rows upon rows of guns lined the walls, each one meticulously positioned as if they were pieces of a grand puzzle. "Behold our arsenal," Simon's voice echoed through the dimly lit space, a hint of pride lacing his words. Drake's gaze fixated on the guns—pistols with sleek barrels, rifles with scopes that seemed to peer into the distance, and shotguns with their sturdy frames. The cold metal against his skin sent shivers down his spine. He reached out to touch the polished surface of a pistol, its weight both reassuring and unnerving in his hand. "These are more than tools," Simon said, his voice carrying a gravity that matched the surroundings. "They are instruments of protection, of power."

It wasn't to record his own life but to record all the details about Elena that he had once overlooked. He wrote about the first year of their marriage, when Elena threw out her back from scrubbing the floor and curled up in the corner of the kitchen in pain. He had walked past and seen her, but he had only looked away coldly. He wrote about the second year of their marriage, when Elena was working at the casino, and a drunk gambler grabbed her wrist. She had pulled away and hid in the bathroom to cry, but then she came back out with a smile and continued dealing cards.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

"I'm not scared, but just a little hungry." How would a few slices of bread ever fill a stomach? After a while, he laughed cheerfully. "My Uncle Ben told me to pick a slave… I guess I picked someone amusing." Uncle Ben? As in his third uncle? The same pack elder who would instigate infighting and later assassinate Yoran himself? Still, I kept my head down while Yoran summoned a servant, who brought so many dishes that they covered the entire table. Just the scent of food was enough to make me drool.

Shooting them down as they came out of a den with a rifle and a few other soldiers. That story was definitely the best out of all of them. Zane was drinking moonshine with them getting very drunk, they all were. Suddenly a drunk Richards came up to Zane and asked him for a story from his eight years of survival. “Well,” Zane said and thought. Then he started to speak of his most recent event of clearing Pales in a grocery store. They listened in silence, shocked that someone could kill Pales so silently and efficiently. “They were inexperienced, so that made it easier but I could have died there.”

"Literally everyone in school has been mean to me ever since Allison. I never cease to wonder why they'd believe her instead and stick with it to prey on the other person. Well.." A bag and a water bottle was slammed on the table, almost spilling her coffee, before a 'Start talking' came from Zoey. She sent Norbert a savage look, before Rachel dragged her into the seat next to hers. Norbert thought it wise to shut up and use his eyes in watching instead. "I don't know how the hell I did it. I can't believe myself too, but I have an explanation. Adrenaline's a bitch." Zoey raised her brows at her exclamation. "That's it?"

The pencil-thin eyebrows of Theria angled downward and she massaged the tips of her ears in thought, “Speaking of which, did you check the ammunition levels?” Both Warren and Jack froze on the spot. Theria rolled her eyes and shook her head. Irritation filled her words, “Our guns are not magic, you idiot. They have to be filled occasionally,” She pinched the bridge of her nose, “I guess it can't be helped now.” Jack sheepishly dug a hole in the snow with his foot, “I suppose that's why my rifle made that clicking noise. It was out of bullets.” Theria balled her fists and Warren swore he saw smoke come out of her ears. He stood in front of her and halted her advance. “We'll take it to the gro

Gu Yan was good at eating and drinking, and knew how to shoot a gun just for the sake of showing off, he didn't know anything about firearms knowledge, asking him about the model of the gun was better than asking him about the vintage of the wine! He panicked and rummaged around, holding various types of firearms in his hands with a bewildered look on his face, completely unaware of what the hell a TAC50 was. "...... This, is this one?" Gu Yan picked up a long one and asked Mu Zi. Mu Zi shook her head, "This is a submachine gun." A few rich young men beside him twisted their faces over and said, "Those people are ignoring us!" Harassment can only work for a moment, once the other side percei