Novel & Cerita The Gunslinger

, 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.

a voice shouted, and bullets erupted, muzzle flashes lighting the night. I dove behind a crate, my men returning fire, Vinny’s rifle barking, Carlo’s shots precise, bodies dropping as Salazar’s men screamed, blood spraying the pier. I moved, my Glock blazing, taking out a man with a headshot, his body crumpling, another with a chest wound, his gasp wet as he fell. The dock was chaos, gunfire deafening, my men cutting through, their training unmatched.

And so he slammed his body on top of them and raised his two hands with his palm open, just in time the two guns landed on his hands and he swung his shoulders down and pointed the gun over their chest, like the way he did to the previous man, and pulled the trigger. "You motherfucker!" The last two men behind him screeched in anger as they drew out their guns and pulled the barrel. But Alexander raised his shoulders once again, his two guns turned upside down, and fired behind him nonstop. He made sure to give the last two men three gunshots to puncture their chest and killed them. As he heard the loud slam of two bodies collapsing on the floor Alexander stood up and raised the twin guns in

Nothing in ancient lupus garou folklore made reference to such a thing, although many of his kind believed there might be a thread of truth in the fictional stories. He combed his fingers through his unkempt hair as he entered the bedroom. Standing before the bed, Diana pulled up her T-shirt slightly, her eyes averted, her fingers unzipping her jeans. Hell, she’d probably end up wounding herself and never get a shot off at the wolf. “Diana,” he said, drawing closer as she pulled off her pants, invading her space. “What kind of bullets are in the gun?” She glared at him. Silver bullets. He knew it. Just the way her eyes darkened and narrowed into dagger like slits. Damn her. She couldn’t take

Dante sighed, raking a hand through his hair, staring down at the table of guns. Swiftly, he picked up the golden handgun and turned. Eyes darkened. He raised the gun toward the target board. The man tied to it thrashed against the restraints, his eyes widening. Without aiming— Dante fired. A hole drilled right between the man’s eyes. His head slacked to the side, Blood dripped. Dante didn’t look twice. … Dante walked into the mansion, two guards behind him, those words still ringing in his head. Afraid… afraid.

She will probably blame herself for a short while and would definitely stick to Hestia for a short while too. Meanwhile, Hestia was being cornered by the two men. Both of them were wielding guns— both are the same model of Colt M1911. The both of them were smiling wickedly as they looked and lurked closer and cornered Hestia through the hallways and corners. As if it was already unfortunate enough that the vent was just right above the janitor’s closet and their appearance hindered Hestia from escaping through the garbage chute, the model of the guns also poses a problem to the female rookie spy. She is not sure which one is loaded and which one is not.

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

The one whose tongue I had bitten off. He looked at me with tears in his eyes as he silently pleaded with me not to do what I had done to his comrades. I kept my eyes on him as I cut the ropes tying my ankles together. Once I was free, I dropped the blade and smiled at him. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you." I said, and he rose to his feet slowly. And just as I thought, his hands flew towards his gun in his holster, but I was faster. The blade cut through the air and pinned his left hand to the wall. He screamed with pain, and I laughed before picking up the one I had thrown on the floor. "I honestly could not believe you boneheads did not think of searching me. Did you really think I was unar

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.