The First Shot Novels & Stories

And then—*BANG*. The first shot tore through me, a sharp, hot pain ripping into my side. I gasped, my body recoiling instinctively, but I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. It was like the air had been punched out of my lungs. My body convulsed, the force of the bullet knocking me back against the van wall. My vision blurred as I looked down, seeing the dark stain of blood spreading across my clothes, but my brain refused to process it. *BANG*.

In front of her. Between her— and everything coming. And as the first shot fires— I don’t move. Because this time— I don’t leave.

PHOEBE The first shot rang out like thunder, tearing through the tension in the air. Crack! The first shot rang out like thunder, tearing through the tension in the air. Crack! Everything exploded at once. Richard’s gun flew out of his hand as he stumbled backward with a scream. He clutched his shoulder, his face twisted in pain. Blood soaked through the fabric of his shirt, fast and dark. The sound of the shot still rang in my ears, deafening and sharp.

But that wasn’t what had Sophia’s head spinning. No. It was the weight of the gun still in her trembling hands. The way her fingers had curled around the trigger. The deafening **crack** as she fired. The man she had shot **staggering back**, blood darkening his shirt. Her first kill. Her breath hitched, nausea rising in her throat. She had been trained to shoot, had gone to the range countless times, but this… This was **real.** This was **death.** And there was no taking it back.

The first gunshot cracked through the night like thunder. My body reacted before my mind did. The silver light inside me surged outward, sharp and fast, and the bullet shattered midair, falling in burning fragments at my feet. Gasps tore through the clearing. The armed figures hesitated, shock rippling through their line. Then everything exploded.

I say quietly. He squeezes my hand. “No. It’s a beginning.” The Ambush It happens between one breath and the next. The café door explodes inward. Glass shatters. Screams tear through the room. The smell of gunpowder hits my nose before my brain catches up. Nick moves first. Always does. He’s halfway out of the booth, pulling me down with him, when the first shot rings out. Then the second. Then the third. I hear someone shouting. I hear my name. I hear Nick grunt—a sharp, broken sound that slices straight through me.

The first shot rang out, a deafening crack that shattered the stillness, and chaos erupted. DeLuca’s men scrambled, their shouts filling the air as gunfire echoed across the docks. I ducked behind a crate, my heart racing as bullets whizzed past, splintering wood and ricocheting off metal. “Remember, shoot to injure! Not to kill!” Ryan barked, her voice sharp and commanding. I leaned out, firing two quick shots, and one of DeLuca’s men crumpled to the ground. The others scattered, their movements frantic as they tried to regroup, but the detectives were unyielding.

Ash screamed. The sound of the first shot was a deafening crack that shattered the silence of the forest. Rhea felt the air whistle past her ear, a silver-tipped bullet slamming into the stone wall behind her, spraying her with granite shards. She flinched, her light flickering as the shock of the sound hit her. Another shot followed, and then a third. The humans weren't firing warning shots; they were aiming for the kill. They moved in a synchronized formation, their torches sweeping the mountainside, their rifles spitting fire into the twilight.

Shane’s POV The first gunshot came so fast I didn’t even see where it came from. One second the man standing in front of the old house was shouting orders, and the next, he dropped to the ground. Blood spread across his chest, and the sound of his men shouting filled the cold morning air. “Take cover!” I yelled at the remaining guards with me. The guards dove behind the cars parked near the fence. I ran behind a broken wall and pulled out my gun.

I shouted as he raised his gun and pointed it at Ted. Ted pointed his gun at Alex, then Fallon, not knowing who to shoot first. I heard footsteps coming up behind us and heard Ted’s men joining us. Just as they showed up, Mike and the rest of my father’s men came out through the door. I sighed in relief when I saw them, but that was short-lived when the first shots started going off. Alex