The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

"You won't shoot me. You need me alive or this whole game ends." His smile faded. "You think you're so smart." He cocked the gun. I heard a noise behind me. A soft whisper of wind against metal. Backup? I didn’t dare look. "One last chance," I said. "Let them go. We can end this without more blood." He raised the gun. The shot rang out. It took me a full second to register the pain. I stumbled, gasped. Fell to my knees. The world tilted. The last thing I heard was Sage’s voice shouting my name. Then darkness.

My strength drained away instantly, and the gun nearly slipped from my hand. But Killian laughed. That laugh held a trace of relief, along with a deep affection and despair I couldn't comprehend. "It seems God can't bear to let you burden yourself with the sin of murder." He gently took the gun back from my hand. "Then I'll do it myself." Before anyone could react. Killian unhesitatingly raised the gun and pointed it at his own temple. "Goodbye, my Halen." *Bang—!* The moment the gunshot rang out, a dark shadow rushed in like a cheetah.

He urgently needed a drink to calm down. After he finished the drink, Juan smashed the glass. “Philip, as you can see, even a person with great skills can be brought down with a gun. This is a special silver gun specifically targeted at supernatural beings like you. If you don't want to die, kneel down and beg for mercy now.” Juan stared at Philip and said. “Hehe, it's just a silver gun.” Philip ignored the captain and the gun in his hand. “You’re courting death! Fire!” Juan roared.

I turned back to my men to find them standing, waiting for me to command them! “Okay! Thanks for telling me!” I removed the phone from my ear, cut the call and walked back to the feast! “What are your last words Eight?” I asked in hard voice! “Please! Take care of my daughter. Only under your protection will she be safe!” he looked up at me, his eyes pleading with me as he counted the last seconds of his life! “Okay!” I gave him a single nod, then pulled the gun from my waistband and angled it to his head. I pulled the trigger, a very loud bang followed by and red scattered all over as his brain decorated the white, yellow and black ground beneath him.

I feel just like Romeo did before he died in my arms. I pray for death to take me. I want it all to be over with. The pain and the torture. I reach for the memories of Romeo, Xavier and me as kids. I pull at the memories of my father, mother and Gunner. With the last of my strength I turn to face my mother. I wish I could hold her hand as I take my last breath. I pray she knows that I love her even though we weren't that close any more. The sounds of swords and guns firing gets closer. "Go welcome our guests." Gold tooth shouts at the males in the room as he positions himself between my thights once again. Gunner, Aiden, and Skullz; one of Aiden's riders; take down Gold tooths men.

Years came and went and eventually, a lot of our people just packed up and left, a few humans moved in, mostly drifters and outcasts, though they usually leave relatively quick, a year, maybe two before they realize that this place will never be anything more than it is now, old, rundown and forgotten by time and civilization. I came back here after Sam got caught up with a gang that originated somewhere in Europe, he still wont tell me exactly what happened but when I got a call that he was severely injured, I knew it would only be a matter of time before he lost his cool and would show the people exactly who they were dealing with, there is no way he wouldn’t retaliate so we had to go and

" The five of them cheered loudly, raising their guns in the air. I kept a neutral face and made a promise of my own within me. "I promise you will die trying. You'll die with my face in your eyes. I will be the last thing each of you see before final doom. The snake will die by my own hands and I will remind each of you never to mess with Tracy. In this life and any more to come. That is my promise." I raised my gun and smirked. It was time for real business now. Jericho tossed the match. The entire werehouse went up in flames. The red reflection shown brightly in my lids. Yate took the wheel, we all got in behind and the door was closed. Jericho hasn't mentioned anything about the new loca

Either Constantine or I would draw our last breath before sunrise. I patted the holstered handgun, oddly reassured by its solid weight. For Stella's sake as much as my own name, failure was not an option tonight. "The century game is going to ended now, and to do so I need to team up with him."" ...... James "We need to talk," Lawrence said grimly, his expression sending a prickle of unease through me. I leaned against the balcony railing, folding my arms. "Oh? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

As if it was a bad idea I asked in the first place. “Sure.” He says, handing me the gun. “It’s a shortened Smith and Wesson.” I say, inspecting the gun. “Cool.” “Didn’t know you’re knowledgeable about guns, too.” He says, smirking. “I thought you’d prefer a knife.” “Not really.” I said dryly. Really, how long is he going to tease me for that. “Those killings around New York.” Nikolai says. “You were seen around the area where the last one was killed.”

He didn’t have the courage to deal with her himself. They were tied by metal chains. She took her gun out and shot on the chains without even looking at it carefully. The bullets could have hurt them but it was so perfect, right on the lock and Mr. Thom was also shocked about the fact that how could a girl have such good shooting skills. She looked at him and smiled. "Sorry but this is your last day baby." She said and winked as she was just going to end this game. He was one of the most powerful gangsters in Asia and if he was left alive, it could be dangerous for other people as well.