The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

His voice was low and strained. "Mira, your mom woke up asking for the song." I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "The Last Firework?" "The old version," he said. "The one you two made when you were little. She keeps saying she wants to hear it before she sleeps." My mother had been in hospice for three weeks.

“Yes, Father. I think he should be given a chance to prove that he is not the menace we think he is.” “That was the same thing Tristan’s father had thought about him, but what happened next? He drank his father’s blood while watching the life drain from his eyes.” Tristan, the name of the red wolf that was imprisoned, the one that Cillian was supposed to put an end to. Stregobor nodded, agreeing with Balor’s words impatiently. This was what he had been waiting for, someone to agree to his swift yet clean suggestion. “Mordeu is different,” Cillian found himself defending the man who made him lose the ability to get a good shut-eye. “And even if he does eventually lose his sanity, I’m here. I

Tucked firmly into the holster was the gun Sloane had promised him. Conner stared at the weapon in silence for a few moments, then gently fingered the polished handle, rubbing the smooth surface ever so lightly with his fingertips. Finally, he eased the gun from the holster. The .38 felt strange, yet familiar in his hand. Conflicting emotions and memories flooded into his brain, but he quickly shut them off. Those feelings were of no use to him. They had no place in the current situation. He had thought he would never hold one of these again, had promised himself and promised Cecilia, but last night had proved his decision to be a selfish, shortsighted one. And because of it, a crazed killer

"I guess this is where it ends" Wendigo said, staring at Black Gun. Black Gun nods, "My business will better get an expansion now that he is gone" He turns, facing Wendigo with his back. "Have fun" He said and leave. Wendigo stood there silently staring at the night sky, who would have thought fighting Cannon would be this easy with Aurelia's help? He's been thinking how she plan on killing him, wondering if she can but then the great witch proves her worth.

he smiled back, “Do you forgive him?” “I do. You’re bloody smart, you know that” “Yeh, I know” I chuckled and flicked my hair over my shoulder. Smith took a deep breath and looked out over the pack grounds. “I think it may have been for the best you know, with how things ended the way they did” he said slowly, “How do you mean?” I asked confused, “I mean, even if I understand and I believe what you said, even if it all was just a mistake, Gunner never would have forgiven him. He probably would have banished him”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Gunner _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Gunner stared at the screen, but the images were far beyond his awareness. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The kid was doing it again. Making him think on things he had tried not to give too much thought to. Before Santos had showed up, Gunner had been an enforcer and a ladies' man. Plain and simple. But was it?

I glared at his back and shouted, “Attack!!!!!!!!!” The cannons were shot first and they caused a lot of destruction in the territory. However, I was feeling bad for destroying such a nice place but to gain something, you have to lose something first. Their army arrived and I was a little confused to see the wolves, they all looked weird and horrifying until I realised what they were, the dark creatures of Tigor! My army attacked with their guns and the silver bullets worked effectively on those demon wolves. It took more ammo to kill these beasts but it was working.

Gunner blinked once and focused on me again. “Moon Light, the pack from Alaska?” he asked, “Yes” “They were destroyed years ago” “They were” “There were no survivors, hunters killed everyone” “Well not everyone, clearly, I am standing before you, aren’t I? You are also Mated to another survivor” I said matter-of-factly. Alpha Gunner didn’t appreciate my reply as he leaned forward with his teeth bared and growled. “Careful” he warned. Cole placed his hand on Gunner’s shoulder and carefully pulled him back slightly.

"Something about a sole beneficiary clause, contingent on confirmed lineage. What does that mean?" Something flickered across her face, there and gone fast enough that I almost missed it, replaced quickly by the warm, unbothered expression she'd worn through every hard conversation since the diagnosis. "That's just me making sure things are settled properly," she said, reaching over to pat my hand. "Making sure whatever I have left goes exactly where I want it to go, without anybody who never bothered showing up while I was alive trying to come in afterward and claim a piece of something they didn't earn."

"Maybe she finally understands." "Or maybe she is pretending. She is probably counting down the days until she can leave him." "She would never leave him. Where would she go?" The fireworks burst one after another against the black December sky. I had ordered them weeks ago, back when I still believed the night might hold something worth celebrating. Their light reflected off the glass and caught in my eyes, bright and brief, like most things. I had cried too much before. I was tired of it.