The Gunslinger Novels & Stories

Retrieving my dagger, I wiped the red off it's either side of his black suit before tucking it back into its scabbard on my waist before stepping away from him. My expression was completely unfazed except this time, a large scowl was eating at the features of my face because my patience had already worn all out. Holding my two rifles up on either side with impossible ease as if they weighed nothing, I fell out from the shadows as the faint sounds of gunshots, the groans, and grunts of people passing on to the afterlife grazed my ears and stretched out a menacing, murderous, smug smirk on my lips, I started a shooting spree and started a mass murder.

I went ahead and picked up the guns I wanted to use: a Glock G19 Gen5 Compact 9mm Pistol and a Beretta 92X Performance 9mm Handgun—both offering me a concealed carry and easy handling during quick-action scenarios. Like he instructed, I scanned it on the laser scanner near the doorway. Automatically, my face and ID were displayed on the screen and listed the two guns under the miscellaneous tab. "Here are the boxes for these guns," Sir Oxland placed the said objects on the scanner table. "When you run out of bullets, you can come back here and ask for more, but let's hope you won't fire them." "I hope so too, because that means Mr. Windstorm is in danger," I answered while fitting the bullet

I nod at Candy and she winks at me as she runs with her and a gun in her hand. I turn my attention to the incoming bikes. I grab my gun as the sound of a semi-automatic gun fires off towards us. I dive and roll up onto my knees and fire back. “Take cover, show them no fucking mercy. Kill them all!” I shout as we all open fire. I watch as the Mother’s Revenge, the Bratva, my men, the Moretti’s and those loyal to Angel and her family all join in the fray.

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

he pulls her up with force. "What plans? Let go!" Sophia pulls her hand from his grip. "You think you can have all that much money in your name and still find true love? It was acting goddammit." He cocks his gun, "Now this is the real deal. You're coming with me." "Joe was right," cold chills run down Sophia's spine."You're..." Bang! The Hunter falls to the ground with a bullet in the back of his head. "Somehow I knew you'd come to see him," Gunner smirks at her. By now he has a bandage wrapped around his head. "Turn around. Hands behind your head. And one step at a time. I'm not The Hunter."

The criminals who now realized that they were caught in the middle of an ambush scattered. Bryan could see one of them reaching under his shirt to pull a gun of his waist band, but he was quick to fire a shot before his opponent had the chance to. Within seconds, there was a cacophony as gunshots sounded from different directions, as the drug dealers returned fire to the agents. In the midst of he gum duel, a few billets which hit the containers ricocheted, causing sparks in the dark night. After two minutes, three of the criminals laid dead on the concrete ground, while the others knelt down on a straight line with their hands raised up.

Guns out, knife gleaming. My grip tightened on the Glock. My finger itched for the trigger, the old me begging to take over. Maddie’s voice kept hissing in my head, “A killer who sleeps alone or my husband. You don’t get to be both.” I forced my teeth into a grin, “Tell Remo I’m flattered,” I said, smoke rough in my throat, “But I don’t come gift-wrapped.” The knife-wielder sneered and lunged first.

“We hold.” The new collector’s men committed one final push—desperate, heavy, and loud. They knew the window was closing. I fired until the magazine ran dry, dropped it, reloaded, and kept firing. Vincenzo’s rifle eventually locked back on an empty chamber. He dropped it without ceremony and pulled the pistol from my ankle holster with his good hand, continuing to shoot as if the wounded shoulder was merely an inconvenience.

, he’s shaking as the dagger fell to the ground. “The known killer of Werewolves?” Other were-rogue asks. I devilishly smirked doing my attack towards the naked man. Throwing my dagger straight to its heart. They alerted themselves as they saw how their companion turns to ashes. “Yes. I am Death. You want to be one of my favorite collections?” I showed myself yet they can’t see my face due to the black skull mask I’m wearing. They should have attacked me but my hands are quicker than them. I pulled two of my 45 caliber guns. And shoot their foreheads and hearts making their early death. My gun has a silver bullet that contains the same mixture of venom and wolf's bane.

And if they intended to use it against me and Willa, then they must’ve loaded the guns with bullets specifically crafted with silver and bathed with Wolfsbane. If I were with my comrades in the Culling Army, or even just with either Zuleika or Malika, dealing with men armed with guns would be a breeze. But alone? Even if I had a strength that I could boast to anyone and everyone, death would be my end with just a couple of shots from those guns. Heck, it could even kill me before I could get the chance This rescue mission had just become next to impossible now. “Fuck!” I hissed quietly but breathily.