The Gun Devil Novels & Stories

But if I think they would back down, they only continue to move towards us and start to break out in a fit of ungodly hissing. Well, my restraint snaps. With absolute determination to show them of their foolish ways, I step closer, "You have made a fateful mistake tonight." I pause for a moment as I position my finger softly against the trigger of the Colt. "For one, my dear friend, I am the only true Devil here," I slide the tip of my finger over the trigger, then I continue, "Your second was ruining a decent Armani." And with that, I gently snap my finger until it makes direct contact with the trigger that sets the motion for the bullet to leave the clip; there is a slight click as it slid

He howled as he went down. I picked up his machine gun and turned to face the third guard but he was not where he had been moments ago. I looked around sharply until I saw him moving slowly towards where Devon was clawing at the first guard. He had his gun trained on Devon's wolf form. I cursed and rushed for him but it was too late. A deafening sound came from the gun as I watched the bullets hit the wolf's black fur. He growled and his form trembled, his fur dripping with blood as he turned to look at the guard who was still pointing the gun at him, I shouted and fired at the guard blindly until he dropped down.

Multiple men by the entrance immediately began firing at us. Idiots. My team and I quickly shot them dead. I promptly changed the cartridge of my gun as my men split up as assigned. Ace stayed by my side as I continued upstairs. More gunshots echoed through the hallway. Occasionally, I flinched at the sound. Stupid PTSD A few men came my way, and I quickly shot them dead. I continued down the hallway until I felt the barrel of a gun against my head. "Well, well, well. I never thought I'd have the pleasure of meeting 'The Devil Dog.' None of us did, considering you declined the boss' invitation to join the market at its peak."

The air itself seemed to lean forward. Kain reached for the gun. He looked at Viktor once more, then at the terrified woman, and then, just before lifting the weapon, he bent close to Luca, his voice brushing his ear, quiet enough for only him. “Breathe in,” he whispered. “The Devil’s about to deal.” And with that, the chamber spun again. Click. The sound filled the room like thunder in a graveyard.

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.

“Let’s have you fire off a few shots first to get used to the gun. Blanks have less of a recoil so we can focus on your stance and grip. After that, we will do some target practice with real bullets.” Devon listened with renewed enthusiasm as Ten walked her through her stance. Just as she was about to fire off her first round, she heard someone approach. “How are my beautiful daughters doing today?” At the sound of his dark, smooth voice speaking to her so casually as if he hadn’t fucked her senseless the day before, as if he hadn’t made her believe she was special, as if he had a right to speak to her at all… something inside of Devon snapped. Pivoting, she fired off the gun. Aimed squarely

He was trying so desperately to escape the devil behind him “Do— you fucking know who I am? I work with the real times, they will investigate, they'll dig into—” “Dead men don't investigate And dead men don't walk—” Pop! That was the sound of bullet hitting the joint of his right knee. He could hear his bones crack. He fell on the other knee, unable to hear his scream, because the devil's gun was now inside his mouth “Say one more fucking word, and this bullet goes in, and comes out from the other side

I'm lost in the darkness. My sun. My stars. My moon. Gone forever. I whipped away the tears and lifted my head, staring at her lifeless body. I gently placed her on the ground, brushed back her hair and kissed her on the forehead. "They will pay, mother. I promise." I whispered before standing up. Dante was still standing beside me, sadness filled in his eyes. I grabbed the rifle from the ground and ran towards the ongoing conflict. I picked up another rifle without a second thought and opened fire. Rain of bullets impacted dozens of bodies.

If Gerand uses fire, then Regi will use water. Olan by moving in the back and slowly that's the water weapon Regi will be using. Whatever happened, it was clear that Regi would not just be crushed. Regianis, for the sake of the person who gave birth to her in the world, for that too she will continue to move! Gerand was the one who made Regi think evil of that person. Gerand's treatment of thinking that he was a consumable item made Regi's common sense disappear, replaced by various evil plans.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”