The First Shot Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’re the one who lied. Who used people like pawns. You’re the one who destroyed everything!” Powell’s expression shifted into something icy and dangerous, but before he could reply, the night exploded. The first shot rang out, a sharp crack splitting the air. Then came more, rapid fire from the fields beyond the house. Rico shouted, “Snipers!” Powell’s men scrambled, returning fire, but it was too late. The bullets were already flying. “Dante!” Marco screamed, grabbing my arm. But I was already moving. The world became a blur of gunfire and shouting, men dropping left and right.

So much for choosing when to move. They’ve already chosen for us. And this time, Nina is standing exactly where she said she would be. At my side. The first shot tears through the night like something alive. It isn’t just sound—it’s pressure. A sharp crack that punches into the walls, into my chest, into instinct. For half a second, the world narrows to that single noise. Then another. Then a burst—too fast, too uneven to count. I don’t know if it’s ours or theirs.

An ant against an elephant. Axel shifted, moving away from Bruno’s path, and the fool came to stand right beside me. Silence. Heavy. Loaded with unspoken threats stretched. Then, another idiot—the fourth guy—stepped forward too. His hand darted for my shoulder as if to tap me. Stupid move. I didn’t look. Just drew my gun. Bang! Bang! The shot shattered the windy air. The man screamed, clutching his hand. The first blast had torn a hole through his palm, and the second sent blood spurting between his fingers. His pinky dangled by a strip of flesh, barely holding on.

Nico’s POV Before I could even lift my gun, the first shot went off — a deafening crack that split the air like thunder. The bullet tore past my ear, close enough that I felt the heat of it graze my skin before it buried itself in the wall behind me. A warning shot. Missed — on purpose. They didn’t want me dead. For a heartbeat, I froze, caught between relief and dread. That hesitation was all they needed. One of them lunged, a blur of black. I fired, grazing his shoulder. His snarl was low, animalistic. Before I could reset my aim, another came from the left — faster. His fist slammed into my ribs so hard it stole the breath right out of me.

Then I see one of the witches step out of the fog and shoot one of my wolves in the arm with a blow gun, it has some sort of poison in it, because he erupts in boils in a matter of seconds. *First responders to the front lines. They are using poisons.* I call out over the mind link. I hear a few of the doctors respond as one. I take the shot gun off of my back and wait for the nxt witch to show herself. I shoot the first witch in the face, she drops to the ground dead. The next witch is not so lucky, I miss the kill shot, I hit her in the neck and she drowns in her own blood. I can hear Annie and the others next to me, they are all also under attack.

"Sniper team, buckle up. On your count. Let's get this!" The first shot cracked through the air albeit soundlessly. The heavy thud of the body falling to the ground was the only sign there was ever a shot fired. Several rounds of shots fired through the air and more bodies fell. There was a moment of panic, but it was useless because they were all shot down before they could even warn others or react.

Hansel kicked away his hand, which was hanging on to his pants, and looked down on the man, snorting a little, like, "Ant." "If you're in so much pain, let me help you." Hansel pulled out his gun. "No, no, Sir... First..." "Boom! Quiet. Hansel blew on the muzzle. Ants should die quietly, not loudly. Stepping over the body, Hansel steps out with the gun. Before he gets a few steps out, there's a jolt under his feet. Outside the window, those surrounding the "Sin Pack" had fired their first shots, and rocks and cement were falling where they had been hit.

The first shot rang out, going wide and hitting a piece of metal somewhere to my left. “Great aim, sharpshooter,” I muttered, yanking the first guy’s body up as a human shield. The next shot hit him square in the chest, and I grimaced. “Sorry, pal, you’re in the wrong line of work.” Before the shooter could get another round off, I swung my new “shield” into him, knocking the gun out of his hands. He stumbled back, arms flailing, and I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the discarded weapon, aimed it at both of them, and pulled the trigger.

Aria shook her head. "No." She looked at Seraphina. "Together." Seraphina nodded. They stood shoulder to shoulder. The first shot was fired. And the war for Dawn finally began.

“We take them out.” And just like that The war starts again. The first shot comes from Theo. A sharp crack splits the air, and one of Matteo’s men crumples to the ground before he even has a chance to react. The forest explodes into chaos. I move fast, ducking behind cover, my pulse thrumming in my ears. My training kicks in counting footsteps, tracking movement, breathing through the adrenaline. Another man steps into view, gun raised I fire first. He goes down with a grunt, his body hitting the dirt.