Novel & Cerita The Gunslinger

Vampire Hunting was illegal, and the last thing Jo wanted was to end up in jail--again. Her weapon of choice was a modified Glock. It had a built in silencer, and the barrel was elongated so that the velocity of the silver bullets she fired would penetrate Vampire bone and flesh deeper and quicker than anything on the market. These bullets were different, too. Since silver bullets had been outlawed in ’42, just two years after the first Vampire was elected president, she’d relied on a secret black market of former LIGHTS members to get her what she needed. Sometimes the bullets worked; sometimes she had to pull her knife and end things the messy way.

I stood and pulled out the gun, which was at my waist, and loaded it in front of Vivian. "Lay a finger on you? That's a waste of my time!" I suddenly raised my hand. This caused her to scream and squat down with her hands on her head. What she thought was the end wasn't. My gun wasn't aimed at her; it was aimed at the wine cabinet behind her. The next second, there was a loud bang. The sound of glasses shattering echoed in the room. The flying shards had even cut Vivian's waist, leaving a deep blood trail.

Galterio is no small Were, neither is Gunner, but the way his muscles tensed and flexed as he growled up at the murderous bastard, had my pussy clenching. “Gunner” I breathed out softly. He snapped his dark eyes to mine and I shuddered. His normally bright blue eyes were narrowed into slits and extremely dark. His lips were curled back to expose his fully extended and blood-soaked canines. Dried blood coated his chin, neck, and chest, and my first instinct was to lick it off him. The moment our eyes met, I felt the anger and rage flowing through him. It was intoxicating and seductive. I like it. Gunner growled as his eyes raked down my body and back up again, lingering briefly on each wound

But I’m sure the special security setup will still work because it has its own power source… The slightly overweight banker loaded slugs into his collector 1887 Winchester lever shotgun with shaking and sweaty hands. It was a collector’s item that he had acquired at an auction due to his penchant for purchasing Terminator 2-related collectibles. Of course, he knew it should not be used for shooting a possible assassin that’s out to kill him at that very moment, but what can he do? I know this gun costs a fortune but it’s the only one in my study as of the moment. And my life, literally, depends on it right now!

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

I can’t do this, I can’t go through with this marriage, I would no sooner die! He then grabs my forearm and drags me outside the room. “Time to get this shit show over with.” He says and leads me downstairs. I could see the outline of his gun holster around his back and before I could think about it, I twisted my body around and grabbed a hold of his firearm; Beretta 92 Fusion, of course, the staple of a mafioso. The gun felt heavy in my hand as I lifted it up, clicking the safety off. “Sylvana, what the fuck!” He exclaims, removing the other Beretta and aiming it at me. He didn’t need to, though, because I wasn’t going to shoot him.

“K-Kol!” “Kol p-please!” “It’s me,” I screamed, my eyes blurry from the tears in my eyes, “Kol it’s me!” I cried out closing my eyes as all I saw was pure blood thirsty rage in his demeanor and eyes. BANG! BANG! BANG! The beast of Kol roared out in pain, getting away from me and running in the other direction jumping off the boat and straight into the water that surrounded us. I looked over to where the gunshots came from and Santiago was holding a smoking silver gun with wolves and skulls engraved into the gun. It looked to be vintage.

My eyes landed on a sight that filled me pride and lust. Gunner’s knees wrapped around the hunter's head as he gracefully threw his body through the air, landing in a crouching position. My eyes snapped to the hunter in front of him, pointing his gun at Gunners face. I felt my skin burst into flames of rage and my heart exploded inside me, I lifted off the ground ready to unleash hell on these monsters. I reached for the hunter, lifting him into the air. I tensed and turned my fingers, compacting his body in on itself. I let his broken and twisted body fall to the ground in front of Gunner. He turned to look at me and our eyes connect for moment, his eyes flickered with a silver glow before

At the same time, the silver gun shot eight times in a row, instantly killing twelve wolfhounds. This silver gun was given to her by Herman as compensation. Originally Herman's gun, but he lost hers. Camellia was furious and demanded compensation from Herman. Now Herman listened to Camellia's every word, so whatever she said went. Thus, this gun, the top-ranked silver gun, ended up in her hands. This gun was extremely deadly, and coupled with Camellia's prowess as the Gun King, one bullet could take out two large wolfhounds. Her actions left those young men stunned, almost unable to believe what they saw. The pack of wolfhounds was divided into three groups chasing them, with only eight trac

It looked like a private army’s warehouse buried under the house. “How many guns do you need?” I breathed. “As many as it takes,” Dante said. His voice echoed off the concrete. “You think this life is a movie? You think it’s a game where you say some tough words and suddenly you’re a killer? This is real, Nina. This is what you’re begging to step into.” I swallowed. He let go of my arm long enough to reach for a handgun on one of the tables. He checked it fast and clean, like he’d done it a thousand times.