The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

he demanded, voice rough and edged with suspicion. The man lowered the gun at last, the tension in his shoulders loosening as if the immediate danger had passed. A short chuckle left him, almost amused, and it made my stomach twist despite myself. “I’m a hunter,” he said easily. “Knots don’t hold long when you’ve spent years learning how to undo them. Skill of the trade.” Eryx studied him like a predator sizing up unfamiliar prey. His eyes moved over the man’s hands, his stance, the way he held himself now that he was no longer bound. I could almost see the calculations happening behind that stare.

We kept on hearing heavy gunshots and panting, I wonder what we are going to do. "This is where it all ends right? he is going to take control over me and I will go back to the life I lived before now," I murmur. "Never. He will have to kill us before getting to you. Now, buckle tight," Smokey states. "There's a part that comes through the stream and then, the other part of the state. We should be able to get some help from there," Gunner explains, knowing these woods by heart. I know we owe Sinclair answers, but this isnt the moment to talk about it, not now of course.

I would take not just one person away but every single one of them. I promised Aidan before he took his last breath that I wasn’t going to be involved in any mafia activities again, but there was one last thing I still had to do: I had to find his killer and make him pay. Aidan never allowed me to hold a gun when he was alive. I even had to learn how to shoot a gun secretly, knowing he would be so angry if he found out. He didn’t spill anyone’s blood unless they were guilty of a crime or something else that was bad. He didn’t even want me to spill anyone’s blood, whether they were bad or not, but I could no longer keep up with that after they killed him in a very brutal way.

Smith announced producing his Colt pistol again from his hostler and resumed the shooting. "My last mag" Austin said inserting a new mag in his SCAR rifle and balanced the butt back on his shoulder "They will eventually get in" Smith told us, "We gotta get the hell outta here" he added He might be right, I'm also down to my last mag with just 3 mags left for my Beretta 9mm pistol. we have hundreds of infected before us and I'm certain they will stop at nothing to make a feast of us. I could feel my heartbeat increasing.

Another gunman walks over, “idiot, what are you doing?” “the old bastard isn’t so tough,” the first gunman says “that’s why you’re an idiot, he is the most dangerous person in this room,” the second says, he then looks at me, “This is the end of the Patrelli family, let me put you out of your misery as a last sign of respect.” The last thing I see is the flash of his rifle as he shoots, I remember wishing I had a second chance to save my family. Then, everything went dark.

A car passes somewhere behind me, headlights sweeping across the street, but I don’t even turn. My grip tightens around the gun. “I’ll be the last Romano standing…” I say quietly, my voice steady, stripped of everything human. My thumb shifts against the trigger, “Even if I have to stand on a mountain of their corpses.”

What are you doing here? I plan to live here with the pack; I understand you’re the leader now. I want to survive and help however I can. Why don't I believe you? he asked. And where is your son? My son is gone. Now it’s just me. So kill me, or let me stay and contribute to the pack. I have nothing left to offer but loyalty. Interesting. See, Hunter, besides betrayal, do you know what I despise? Liars I haven’t lied. I looked him in the eyes.t Where’s Savannah? How did you let her go?

Murphy said and tried moving when his father stopped him. "No son, Silver bullets are only Available in China and the U.S.A" Kane said with Waverly voice. "What should I do?" Murphy inquired, panicking. "Kill me.." Kane said in a shaking voice, staring at his son who held him with his hands. His voice was croaking and he had just a few seconds to his Death. "Dad, I can't. I can't kill you!" Murphy said, whimpering in tears. "Do it now! It's now or never! If you kill me... You'll become the next Alpha" Kane said but Murphy wasn't buying what he was saying.

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

I stepped closer to Vincenzo, my hand reaching for the gun at my side. "This is your last chance," I whispered. "Confess your sins." Vincenzo spat at my feet. "Go to hell," he snarled. I drew my gun, the cool metal feeling like fate in my hand. I took a deep breath, the weight of the world on my shoulders. This was the moment of truth, the moment that would define my legacy as Don. I pointed the weapon at the man who had been like a second father to me, the man who had taught me so much, and I pulled the trigger.