The Gun Devil Novels & Stories

The demon was in a somewhat chaotic shape like half human, half raw meat with a mouth in its stomach and other randomly located body parts and there were thorns all around its body. "Rrrooooaaarrr…..” When Abelard glanced at the chaotic devil, Jane immediately ran towards it. There was a gun in her left hand and a syringe-like object in her right hand. “Wow.. Interesting girl. Let’s see what you got…” Abelard stood still while crossing his arms in front of his chest with a sly smile. There was a sound of gunshots that boomed. The devil was suddenly pushed and damaged in several parts thanks to the shot.

The wrecking sound of a gunshot blasts through the wooden, then the gun repeats its movement and then, another shot. It takes five seconds for the gun to reload before another blast. Sebastian quickly shoves the old man off his feet, pulling the shot gun from his hand. The man shoves him hastily pushes him, jamming his head on Sebastian's nose while he staggers. He pulls a dagger and aims towards Sebastian. “Mr. Drexler, I just want to talk.” Sebastian takes cautious steps back but Mr. Drexler has no thoughts of backing down. He pulls the pistol from his gear, “Mr. Drexler, I just want to talk.”

Destiny has different ways of avenging the recklessness of time as it once again repeated the long-lost cause, hoping to see something different this once that may keep it entertained as long this life lasts. The fallen might see it as a golden opportunity to rewrite the stars, change the outcomes, and most important- correcting their mistakes but the betrayer saw it as a punishment. A ruthless way of repenting sins by mending the heart he once broke out of greed. But it was unfair and injustice served to her for she has to tolerate the same beast once again and will herself to fall for the charms that have already crushed her life before. She has to go through the same process again to ente

The devil stood there still in the human form, wearing a tuxedo. He looked so handsome and charming that a genuine smile automatically appeared on my lips looking at him. He smiled back as he walked to me. “It’s been a long time, I have worn a suit.”He said, looking nervous while scratching his neck. “You look too handsome,” I said as I fixed the bow at his neck. “Ella,” The devil held my hand that was fixing his bow and then he kissed it with love. “If there is anything bothering you, please tell me.”His words seem like a plea that I don’t understand at all.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Stepan was on the couch, naked, with a woman sucking the motherfucker while he watched p**n on the TV. The TV was so loud that he hadn’t even noticed us coming in, but the moment he did, he pushed the strawberry-haired girl away and jumped up in shock, reaching for his gun on the side table. But it was too late. Mario had it first. “Looking for this?” Mario grinned, twirling the pistol in his hand. “Fuck!” He groaned in frustration. The lady reached for the sheets and wrapped them around her, fear evident in her eyes while she shivered like a leaf.

Blood pooled fast against the cracked concrete, dark and gleaming beneath the half-dead streetlights. Marek crouched, plucked the man’s jacket, and wiped the muzzle of his gun with it. No words. No curse. Betrayal didn’t deserve applause—only silence. He dropped the stained cloth beside the body like a signature. By morning, dogs would finish the rest.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

I felt like someone just scraped my throat with sandpaper. "Okay, I will." I typed and sent him. I did not want to torture myself by dragging this conversation. Nor did I want to see Delilah. So, I asked Samuel to sign a contract with her and send her a schedule and script for a shooting. I intend on keeping this as quiet as possible.