The Gunslinger Novels & Stories

Rhys stood towering over his trembling frame, eyes cold as the glaciers and jaw set in a hard line. The word constantly rang in his head. Gold-digger. The words rang in his head, and the need to kill intensified. All he could see was red. The gun between his fingers casually played with the trigger. Tick-tick.

Then I’m growling and biting Tien’s ear and he’s screaming and my claws are wrapped around his wrist, struggling to point the gun he’s holding away from the door where Jigme Rinpoche is stepping through. The gun discharges again and a bullet bores into the hollow of my shoulder, a molten drop of flame. I crush his hand in mine and it goes off again. I feel the recoil in my bones. Tien’s fingers go slack, the gun clatters to the pavement, and I’m plunged into memory’s pool, swimming in blood—mine, the assassin’s, and all the gallons I’ve ever spilled. In Chinatown, Panama, Tibet. In this life and countless others from beginningless time.

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.

I won't be satisfied until I plunge deep inside her and knot her tight omega pussy. “Stay back,” she threatens, pronouncing the words in a strange Outlander accent I can barely understand. She raises her other hand and I see she's carrying a second gun. I've never seen a gun like this before, but I've heard about these things. It's an outsider's weapon called a revolver. It doesn't seem particularly dangerous to me. There's a small black hole at one end, and she points it straight at my chest. “Stay back,” she repeats. "I will shoot."