The Gun Devil Novels & Stories

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

“That’s why I’m going to destroy the entire cycle.” Dante’s smirk faltered as the confidence in his eyes dimmed, and he visibly trembled with his gun in hand. He understood now. He was going to die here. Dante let out a hollow, breathless laugh. “You really think you’re any different from me?” Adrian remained silent. He simply pulled the trigger. The Devil Falls The bullet found its mark, slamming Dante in the chest. He staggered, gasping as his breath hitched. The gun slipped from his fingers and clattered against the floor. He wavered, his notorious smirk fading—his desire to make a clever remark vanished.

The shot rang out so fast, even Amara didn't realize she'd pulled the trigger. Blood bloomed across Dante's chest like a black flower. He stumbled back — once, twice — before dropping to his knees, laughing. “You finally chose,” he rasped. She walked up to him, stood over his crumbling form, and fired again. Right between the eyes. Luca didn’t stop her. Neither did Silva, who appeared later from the far hall, gun raised, face grin. It was done. The Devil was dead. But the world was still burning. Back at the Naples safehouse, Amara didn’t speak for a long time.

His whole body trembled, not from pain—but from pure, unfiltered hatred. “And Ryan, if he's still breathing? Anyone who helped you?” Devon sneered. “I'll execute them. One by one. Until your empire's bones rot in the dirt.” Axel’s laugh was dry. Hoarse. “Son,” he said, “you’ll never be me.” Devon raised the gun. A grunt escaped him. He staggered slightly, his face pale. He coughed violently into his hand. Blood seeped from a wound near his ribs. Still, his hand moved, weakly fumbling at something clipped beneath his vest.

I felt the impact slam into my chest like a hot knife piercing through butter, a grunt tearing out of me as I staggered back a step. It didn’t matter. Pain like that only fed the wolf. Now I was angry. I growled and charged before he could fire again. I closed the distance in a blink, wrenched the gun from his grip, and crushed it in my fist until the metal folded in on itself with a groan. “What are you?” He asked in fear. “The devil.” Then I backhanded him hard enough that he went unconscious without a sound. Silence settled over the parking lot, broken only by distant sirens somewhere in the city and the ragged sound of my own breathing.

He wanted more money than what Lucifer had offered him so he ended up signing a contract with another devil. He had not thought about his family then. If only he had not done it! He picked up the gun and pointed at the devil in front of him. BANG! A whiff of smoke rose from the hole of his head; his immobile body collapsed on the floor. Andreas's lifeless eyes looking at up the sky. Lucifer knelt down at the dead body. "You had a chance," Lucifer spat harshly. This time he had given Andreas an authentic gun. Silence engulfed the atmosphere, the cold breeze cooling their sweaty bodies. Even breathing seemed like a crime for his men. This is Lucifer Camphell, the devil of NYC.

His stoney eyes lands upon Sky. "I will give you an important job," looking at his eyes directly. He nods his head once."Anything King." Sky is an orphan boy about 20 years old. But his loyalty left no question when it comes to the Devil. Unlike other men in the gang he usually doesn't get involved into violent works. He was in the gang as long as he can remember.But The Devil himself kept him from getting into violence. But that does not mean he is anywhere less capable of fighting. In fact his fighting skills are greatly praised by the Devil as he is one of the best fighters.

"God doesn't want me yet." "Perhaps you're just not welcome in heaven." I hovered my finger on the trigger, angling the gun a little higher to aim at the dummy's head. "Then the devil isn't ready for me," Lucas puffed impatiently and cocked his head to the side. "Are we going to chat all—" BANG! "Fuck!" Lucas screamed. "Fuck, Mari!" BANG!

So I raised my gun and fired once into the roof. The loud bang cracked through the altar. They screamed. People ran. I didn’t care. I walked straight toward the priest standing frozen near the altar. “Good day,” I said with a smile. “Servant of the Moon Goddess.” His face twisted in fear and anger. “What are you doing here?” he shouted. “Leave now or I’ll call the police!” I tilted my head. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. “I don’t need to,” he spat. “You’re the devil’s daughter. Bringing a gun into this sacred place. Aren’t you afraid of the goddess’s wrath?” I laughed.

she pulled out her gun and looked at them one after the other. "They dare not disobey you. They can't" the Devil said quietly. "You can sit down sir!" she said to him without looking at his side. "Okay" the Devil went to his seat smiling. It seemed he was happy at Grace's strict action. "Your compliance to orders must be very fast. When I say heads up, your heads should be already up before I finish the sentence" she paused and took few steps. "Heads up!" she shouted suddenly. There were sounds of bones soft cracking as the men lifted up their chin.