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.

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.

They seem not to notice Bella's presence as she walked over to the bar. The bartender, a large female vampire with greasy grey hair and pitted armor, eyed her from behind the counter. Bella held the sack out to her. The woman pulled it open and fished out a blood-smeared advanced shuttle revolver gun with a hand still attached to it. Barely the size of an submachine gun, the launcher fired high-energy pellets at 1,200 rounds per minute. Two pellets would make a hole in the armored side of the Lodge. The launcher’s magazine carried 2,000 rounds. Firearms of that caliber were outlawed in the Salt Lake village. Bella had killed the owner of the gun who attempted to hijack her bike while we were

, 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.

Mykelle’s eyes scorched my face, but I didn’t dare risk looking away from Blaze’s father. “I’m the one that murdered the Santino’s.” I said calmly. As his jaw unhinged and mouth dropped open, I raised the gun to his head, my heartbeat a slow and steady pulse in my ears and pulled the trigger. The flesh at the very center of his forehead split open, peeling back like the petals of a rose in bloom. Another crack sounded, this one louder than the first two because it came from the bullet I sent flying into his skull. As it exited, it stole the light from his eyes and the breath from his lungs.

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

The gun, an extension of his very being, the bullet wrapped in an aura of raw power, and the pistol—a masterpiece of craftsmanship, supercharged with the essence of Martial Overlord. That was Sean at his peak, a shot so swift, so precise that not even the sharpest reflex could dodge it at such close range. "Mister Kane!" Aaron's warning tore through the air just as Sean's finger squeezed the trigger. "Ambush—" His caution was a whisper against the roar of the bullet. The projectile, faster than sound, was the culmination of Sean's legendary skill, a technique surpassing any ordinary man's. The unyielding bullet, a testament to Sean's title as the Gun King, thundered toward Alexander's forehe