Trigun Quote Novels & Stories

Gunner laughed and shook my shoulder, “See, you get it?” he laughed and pointed at the huge TV screen. “I get it” I chuckled, “Though, I feel like I should be weirded out that you were using quotes from a kids movie while I was sitting on your face?” I teased and elbowed his hip. Gunner purred and leaned down to press his lips to my ear, “Well, you know we can replay the scene, the one where you ride my face to infinity and beyond” he said softly with a seductive undertone.

Jericho piped, pointing a thumb behind him in the direction he and his brother had come from. I should have felt offended by Ace's words but there was just something exhilarating that came with being an underdog. Aiming my gun at Gunnar's vest, I repeated the inhale-exhale action and was proud when pink mixed with the yellow paint already marking the spot. "I think the fuck not," Gunnar growled, setting his gun and searching through the scope to find me, "I think she's fully capable of making that shot, brother." "She's a badass," Jericho muttered, amusement lacing his words, "who would have thought."

Trigon said. - No..., not at all, why like that and not half in half? – Tsuky questioned. - Because I had the idea. Trigon said. - So, because I'm going, apparently you can manage on your own without me. – Tsuky said smartly. - Because there are locks and traps that only you can disarm. Trigon said. - If so, then I want half in half. Tsuky said. - Let's just think about France. Tsuky said.

I reply and grab a random twig calling the nepo boy forward. He walks a little to enthusiastic as if waiting for retribution. He is not going to get any. I let him lead, hoping he has learnt his lesson and I see his technique has improved, but he is too slow. I see his hand form a mile away, I slap his weapon out of hand and reach for his neck. "It is not the weapon, but the person who wields it. A good weapon is just about as useless in the hands of a bad fighter." I shout to all of them the famous words of Ray when he used to train me as a kid and I would get beat up.

“What are you boys doing?” “Oh I was talking about silver bullets with Alpha here.” He points the magazine toward Christian. “I was telling him how someone could be shot several times in non-fatal locations and as long as it goes through and through they won’t die immediately. I asked him if he would like a demonstration.”

“If you think I can’t go through with pulling the trigger, Tristan, you are wrong. I’m not the girl from before who couldn’t cut your throat.” He held my gaze. “I don’t doubt you can kill me, Querido.” “Then why aren’t you scared?” I asked fiercely. “Because,” he murmured, gripping my hips. I tightened my hold on the gun, but I allowed him to keep his hands on my skin. “I’m not scared of death or pain.” Without lowering the gun, I straddled his stomach, and my core clenched at the feel of his muscles. Tristan’s eyes flashed with desire. I leaned forward, resting the barrel against his forehead. “If I kill you now, I’m free.”

I said, pointing my gun at him. It was becoming useless trying to argue with him for turning his life around. No one dared to double-cross me unless they wanted to meet their maker and be remembered no more as if they never walked this earth. "Kill me, Mario and vengeance from my brothers and people will make you a fugitive in your land," he said between his bloody teeth, and I laughed. "I'm not called the Undertaker for no reason, son, I laugh at my enemies as they die," and just like that... BAM!! BAM!!

Jack asked Tiger mumbled something to the effect of "Death, See what you made me do," and Jack laughed. Jack responded by saying, "You're the only one who understands yourself, and I don't understand a thing, bro." "Would you say that there is still a long way to go?" Tiger asked After saying, "Not really," Jack picked up the pace. Tiger reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a gun. He smiled and said with a smug expression, "I don't want them to cooperate, I love stubborn people."

"But if you ever find yourself in danger and I'm not there to protect you, you will pull that fucking trigger. You will fight your way back to me. Do you understand?" His words strike a chord deep within me, and I struggle to contain the emotions welling up inside. I swallow hard, fighting back the tears threatening to spill over. "I understand," I whisper, acknowledging the weight of his command. He presses his lips gently to mine, a silent reassurance before loading another magazine into the gun. "Good. Now try again." A few hours pass by, and Diego has me experiment with the other guns, including the automatic ones. Surprisingly, I find them easier to shoot than the handguns. The experien

He looked at the trail of blood leading into the trees, and he smiled—a terrifying, cold baring of teeth that promised a violence far more intimate than a bullet. “Go,” he had told us. “I’ll bring the last one home.” Now, I wait. I pour a glass of water. My hands are steady. The shaking stopped the moment I pulled the trigger on the Kel-Tec. It seems I have crossed a threshold. I have walked through the fire and come out the other side hardened into something unbreakable. The phone on the counter buzzes. It isn't a call. It is a text from Ciro. A single word.