The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

Denzel roared, dropping to one knee beside a stone pillar and opening fire. The sharp bang-bang-bang of his rifle cut through the chaos, dropping three infected at the base of the eastern steps in quick succession. Beside him, Atlas leaned over the stone balustrade, leveling his shotgun and pumping heavy lead into the thickest cluster of turned wolves, blowing them backward into the courtyard entrance.

Closing the cabin door behind him, he removed his face-mask and calmly took a seat across from the man, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Where is she?" inquired Mr. Singers nonchalantly. The man with the gun let out a chuckle before replying, "As expected of Code S, your deductive skills are as keen as ever." "I am no longer Code S Banito," Mr. Singers declared, his expression somber. "I have changed my ways and distanced myself from the organization." Banito, the man brandishing a gun, responded with a sinister laugh. Just then, Agatha emerged from her hiding spot, a sight that didn't surprise Mr. Singers in the least; he had been anticipating her arrival.

“We’ve taken out every spy Lucien planted. The rest will fall in line.” I rose slowly, pressing the barrel of my gun against the traitor’s forehead. “That’s the problem with loyalty,” I murmured. “It dies too easily.” He tried to beg, but I didn’t let him. One shot, clean, final — echoed through the warehouse. For a moment, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears. Then I turned to Vincent. “You think that was the last of them?” “I’m certain of it, Boss.” I smirked. “You’re never certain until the last man breathes his confession.”

"But know this. The truth will come back, Nash. And when it does, you will live with this moment for the rest of your life." "The only thing I'll live with," Nash said, "is the satisfaction of knowing the pack is finally clean." He squeezed the trigger. Click. The gun jammed. Nash’s eyes went wide. He pulled the trigger again. Click. He swore violently, throwing the gun to the ground. He drew the Star-Fang Dagger instead. "Fine," he growled. "I do it the old way." He raised the dagger high. Sayler let out a weak cry from the dirt. "Daddy... please..." But Nash didn't hear him. He was too far gone. He brought the dagger down.

I wasn't looking for grief; I was looking for the future. When the last of the soil was thrown, and the priests had finished their hollow blessings, the crowd dispersed. They bowed to Dante, then they bowed to me lower this time, with a fear that was finally flavored with respect. They knew what had happened at Pier 12. They knew the "Golden Prince" had outplayed a Syndicate and outlived a Don. "He died hating the world he built," Dante said, his voice a low vibration that barely carried over the rain. He was looking at the fresh engraving: VINCENZO MORETTI - THE LAST BUTCHER.

I whispered and she nodded before hurrying out of the space. When it was just Rogers and I, I decided to face him. "How do you have guns?" I began as my wolf came to a stop, waiting attentively to hear his response. He smiled. "You should be grateful I have them, or you would have been taken." I narrowed my eyes at him. This man had killed two people last night. Even if they were criminals, he looked unfazed by it, like he had done it before. When he saw that I was still stiff, he decided to keep talking. "My father was once a Beta of this pack. So, he taught me how to use guns for protection and I am a licensed owner."

Each of my word was a scalpel, it carved doubt into the predator who thought he had the advantage, It replaced intention with reaction and replaced pride with desperation. And then, the alley wall pressed against his back and the ice cold stone offered no comfort, the silver blade found its mark clean through his heart. With no show and no hesitation, his body shuddered, It convulsed and began to disintegrate. Ash fell to the concrete and I watched until nothing remained. The aftermath was my routine. I cleaned the blade, I wiped the traces till every surface returned to normal, I collected the token, a small silver ring because it was proof. Nothing in the world outside this alley would rem

Even at the end, the secrets were the only currency they had. "I don't want the truth," she cried, her forehead resting against his. "I just want you." "You have me," he whispered. "Forged in sin... remember?" Julian’s eyes began to roll back. The light was fading. Sloane looked at his sidearm—the matte-black pistol still holstered at his hip. She reached down and pulled it out. She checked the chamber. One round. The "Last Bullet." She looked back at the mountain. In the distance, the headlights of Syndicate recovery teams began to flicker like the eyes of wolves. They were coming for the drive. They were coming to finish the purge.

He kept firing his gun with a sloppy aim until the magazine ran out. The fear in his eyes, knowing his end is coming and will be delivered by me, fired delicious shivers down my spine. Loud pounding belched from the other side of the door. I grinned evilly down at Raging Bull. “por favor,” he pleaded, eyes hoping for remorse. “Cosa segura, amigo.” My wicked smile widened. Raising my gun, I shot him point blank. (Sure thing) I watched life withered away from his fear-filled blue eyes. They turned pale until he took his last breath. Gazing down at him, I am reminded of the person I am trying to escape, trying to bury in the past.

The Businesswoman of the Year Gala was being held in Manhattan, the very city where I had been thrown out like trash. Now that my years of waiting had come to an end, I expected to feel fear, but instead, I felt a surge of anticipation go through me. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, Alex,” I said, my voice dropping dangerously. “I am tired of seeing him rot from a distance. I want to be in the very room where his world finally begins to crumble.” Alex stepped close with an excited look on his face. “You own 75% of his company bloodline, Evelyn. You don’t just walk into it, you own it. Daniel is a dead man walking, he just hasn’t realized it yet.”