The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

" 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

He had my glock in his hold. "The Drifters don't stab, Capo. I have vowed to be loyal to you until my last breath." I took my gun from him. "I shouldn't have doubted you. But I lost my right hand." "The drifters will find the culprits behind the blast and bring them to you." I forced a sour smirk, "You can't. These were the last survivors from The Venturi gang and I killed them all." "Not all, capo." I spun around to find Luis, Ajax's son dragging a cowering man by the shirt.

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?"

Whoever he is, he has to know that there is a possibility that his identity has been revealed and he is bound to slip up. “Dahlia will remain here with you to assist in pack business. We shouldn’t be gone long,” says Gunner as he grabs his bag. “We’ll be fine here Gunner. Bring the girl home.” He gives me a final kiss before leading his warriors into the woods. Now that Gunner is gone I decide to head to the hospital to visit my father-in-law. Gunner has never let me visit him alone for fear of me trying to heal him and we don’t know what is actually wrong with him. As much as I want to heal him I need to know what is wrong with him first. If it can put a great lycan Alpha down then I can on

I took off my headphone with my right hand and my bag from my left hand and looked at myself. "Howdy-dang! What happened to you?!" Jax asked. "Well. Paints this time" I answered with another sigh. He took my headphone and bag from me as he surveyed me. "This is absurd, it's getting more and more wilder. I'll hold this, go and change" "I don't think I have more available shirts here, it's all wet and soaked," I said while searching my locker. "I have one in mine, I can lend it. Let's go so you could fix yourself"

When he looked at the furthest end of the cathedral's compound, he saw cotton packed in worn out sacks and nearby a cotton farm was a tractor which was used for farming. "At this premise we live like brothers," the priest announced using a microphone, "we don't have to use our guns to harm each other but to fight our enemies and those machines. Right now we have no place to take our produces to because the old shop is no more. We should be looking to the solution to our problems and not fighting each other." The whole crowd listened attentively to their priest, but the man who had fired stood up and left without saying a word, from his looks you could tell that he didn't concure with what th

“You know what my thoughts on assault rifles and submachine guns are.” “Impernetrated orgasm,” Gunner said with a crooked smile. “Brought 100 percent satisfaction.” “Our men do need both automatics and submachine guns. We’re fighting on the front lines of a war. But, when someone dares to pick up our leftover business partner…” Shadow paused and lifted both hands in an effortless shrug. “I’ve got to track that request back to the source.” “As any good businessman would do.” Sean agreed. “Well, Conan did all the work, though.” She corrected the information herself, to give the credit where it was due.

he said and ppinted the gun. I was shocked to hear it and as I gaze to Ray, he was no more by my side. I was just standing alone near the elongated chair in the living room. "Niko. Please don't do this!" I said. It was the last words I managed to spoke before I finally be awoken from a dream. It was a dream at last. I straightly opened my eyes to a man who was furiously looking at me holding a handgun just the same as in my dream.

“You wanted to wipe Chantal from existence.” “I did, and I’m sorry. Here’s your Glock—a 19C Gen4. Impressive and versatile. I’m a SIG girl myself, but this is fast and accurate.” She placed the gun slowly on the ground and backed off. “I like the reversible magazine catch—I’m a left-handed shooter.” “Why did you help kill these tangos?” “Because I want to save Chantal.” “Like I’d trust that sudden change of heart.” “You don’t have to trust me. But the longer we stand here and chit-chat, the further away Harris gets.”