The Gunslinger Novels & Stories

“One of my greatest rivals. He wishes to make peace. At least, he says he does.” “You don’t believe him?” Why am I even asking him about this? What do I know about the Russian mob? Gunsyn shrugs, keeping his hands on my butt. “We will see. I want you there.” “Why?” “For arm candy,” he replies as though we were discussing the weather. “Excuse me? Arm candy?” Gunsyn smirks, pulls his hands apart, and spreads me open. I close my eyes again and tell my body not to respond, but it’s hopeless. I can feel the moisture forming between my thighs as his bulge presses against me.

I can see the light from inside so I'm sure that he's inside beside he's not even answering my calls. God that man! He wants an alliance but is too busy to meet me. "READ! I'LL BREAK YOUR DOOR!" I yelled. Suddenly his door opened slowly. Too slowly, like from those horror movies. My instinct kick in, I took my gun out and slowly walked inside. I looked around his unit, nothing seems wrong. Then why is-- *Crash* "Who are you and what do you want from Read?" A lady asked as he point a kitchen knife at my temple.

Gunner’s POV The rogues’ army was on us before we knew it, and my wolf didn’t hesitate to charge them at full force, taking the blood from them that I had promised to him. Two by two he took them down, as it was beginning to feel like they were gunning solely for me, as an endless attack continued my way, while my warriors remained with their own hands full.

With a heartbroken cry, he hurled the gun away, it clattered across the floor, spinning harmlessly into the shadows. I exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief, my chest loosening for a fleeting second. He hadn't chosen. He couldn't. My brother… The relief shattered like glass under a boot. Damian's expression didn't change, but he nodded once to the rogues. Gunfire erupted… sharp, deafening cracks from modified rifles loaded with silver bullets. Not the tech weapons, but old-school killers, designed to poison wolf blood irreparably.

With cold determination, they raised their guns, the gleam of metal glinting in the darkness as they prepared to unleash a storm of bullets upon their defenseless prey. But just as the first shots rang out, a figure materialized from the shadows, a silent guardian in the night. Cloaked in mystery, he stood tall and defiant, shielding her from the onslaught of gunfire with an otherworldly grace. His presence was a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, a solitary figure standing against the tide of darkness that threatened to engulf them both.

Two men were stumbling out, dazed. I didn't hesitate. I raised my gun. "Who sent you?" One of the men, young, terrified, raised his hands. "The Sinner! He said to burn the mixers! Pour sand in the cement!" "Why?" "He said... he said the house is a lie! He said you’re building a tomb!" My pistol-whipped the man, sending him crashing to the asphalt. "Secure them," I told Rylan. "And get those mixers up the mountain. I want that concrete poured today."

Hunter said sinisterly like a deranged man, and the next moment he cut off Armando's manhood as the flesh lay limply on the floor and he screamed in horror grabbing her crotch in disbelief as the blood spurts out. Hunter tossed the dagger away. Wiping his bloody hand on the fur of a dead wolf, he walked over to Silvia who was staring solely at him. At that moment Hunter was her knight in bloody armor. She couldn't explain in words how she felt at that moment seeing him taking revenge for her. But she paused when he grabbed the gun from her holster and placed it in her hand. She stared at the gun and then at him in disbelief. Silvia shook her head but the look in his eyes said there was no ot

He got a bullet in his left arm, I didn’t think twice before grabbing a gun from one of the dead men, crawling to Diego ignoring my father’s warning from where he was hiding. The sound of an engine and explosions that seem to be loud and vicious caught Roderigo’s attention, I was already halfway and close to Diego. The door was disintegrated from the hinges, and out stepped a monster of a man, huge, tall with eyes blazing with fire. His upper body was inked with tattoos, he had a two huge guns hanged on his shoulder with a cigarette in his mouth. “Where is my brother?” He snarled, his voice like thunder.

he threatened me. I smirked at him but that look was wiped of my face when I saw he had a gun. A wolf's bane gun. Filled with silver bullets. I glanced at the color at the tip and gritted my teeth. It was black. Meaning it was the deadliest silver in the whole pack. It was a straight kill. No mercy. I knew and then I had to be careful.

The memory of the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the sound of gunfire, and the metallic scent of blood filled his mind. He placed the Beretta back in the cabinet and picked up a SIG Sauer P226, its weight familiar and comforting. This gun had seen him through one of the darkest periods of his life, when he had to defend his family's honor against a rival syndicate. He could still recall the tension in the air, the cold determination in his heart, and the relief when it was finally over.