Ultrakill Guns Novels & Stories

exclaimed daddy Alfonso,. Everyone inside the church gasped as they heard the truth, along with the news brought by Everly. Declan had just realized he was on his way out of the church and dashed for his car. "Wait a minute, Bud! Don't rush into a decision unarmed." Marcus and Cladmus were standing next to Lucifer and Tanner, holding the Bulgarian side folder and magpul zhukov AK type gun. It was only then that Declan was able to catch up with Lucifer, who was holding the Kalishnakov AK 47 Assault riffle.

I abandon the stash collection of numerous zigzagged bladed twin daggers I was gawking at and begin heading towards her. Sometimes, I get too lost in my head whenever I am talking about weapons. When I reach her, she points at the array of a few oddly shaped, bogus fat guns before us that I have never seen before. They are just five. Their barrels have very transparent curved channels that look like empty see-through water pipes, transversing all way from the mouth of their barrels throughout the rest of their bodies. “What are these?” I ask, lifting my hands to touch them. “They do not have a name yet, but I love calling them the ‘Blitz’ because of the swift balls of molten silver they can

"You shot the ceiling and someone with it, remember? A silver bullet kills immediately and doesn't make as much noise as the regular bullets do." "You're right, his gun is filled with regular bullets but not mine." Killian told them then he put his index finger close to the trigger, "I don't intend to kill anyone but if anyone gets in my way, then I won't hesitate. If you want to risk it, then try me." Killian gaze was unwavering, he furrowed his brows and looked right into their eyes. He was serious and didn't seem to be kidding.

I muttered. I eaved a sigh. Still surprised of what actually happened. “How come she killed herself?” In the same spec, I started to admire the pistol on the ground. I picked it up. It was a GLOCK-46; it had a rotating barrel breech lock system, so exciting. I learnt so much about guns from my brother. “Nonso would love this” I silently said. He was a hunter who used mere dane guns. Guns with sound loud enough to awaken the whole south-south geo-political zone when shot during his hunting expenditures at night. I started to imagine my brother bringing home games after killing them with the silent pistol, such a nice fantasy. The deed had been done. The Yoruba’s say ‘Obe ti ge omo lowo, omo j

I smirked. I turned back to the gun collection picking and choosing our favourites, "Autocannon, Bolt Pistol, Lasgun, Pulse Rifle, Lancer Pistol and lastly, for you Jack, a heavy bolter." I walked back to the table where the hologram was displayed. "Vehicles, the Rezvani Tank, Telsla Model S and lastly, Lexus Black Panther," Tyler stated.

He looked like devil in uniform—unrealistically broad, calm, dangerous in a way that made the mounted lions in the hunting room look like playful kittens. Weapons were next. He laid them out on the well-lived oak table as if we were playing cards: Glock 17, black polymer, grip rough enough to sandpaper fingerprints. Heckler & Koch MP5, compact, folding stock, whisper suppressor already mounted. Ka-Bar knives, edges blackened, sheaths worn smooth from too many last resorts. A pouch of grenades that looked like toys until you imagined your lungs shredded across a wall. I ran a finger along the Glock’s slide. It was cold, simple and honest. Tools of death are always more honest than the mouths

Looking worried, Brent whispered, "Mr. Miller, could your identity have been exposed? Did they take Master Connor to exchange him for that item?" Ethan pursed his lips, his icy temperament overwhelming. "No," Ethan shut down that assumption immediately. He replayed the footage of the men shooting their guns. Although they disguised themselves, their pistols were visible. He zoomed in on the footage and said, "Look at their firearms. Those are MK23s. "They were the standard issue weapons of the special forces in the early days. These pistols are comparable to the Desert Eagle in terms of firepower, but their downside is apparent. They're too bulky. Even without silencers, they're not easy to

he threatened me. I smirked at him but that look was wiped of my face when I saw he had a gun. A wolf's bane gun. Filled with silver bullets. I glanced at the color at the tip and gritted my teeth. It was black. Meaning it was the deadliest silver in the whole pack. It was a straight kill. No mercy. I knew and then I had to be careful.

She walked towards the table and peered down on the varieties of gun ranging from the pistol to the machine gun. "These are my babies." Jessy grinned devilishly at her. Her hands introduced the guns. "Here is the rifle, it's a bit rusty for learners, this one's called a shotgun. And this is the magnum, the revolver and here is my favourite Uzi." Jessy pointed the Uzi submachine gun at Dale. "Please don't joke with these things." Dale begged but Jessy was now acting so serious. "I said get down!" Jessy shouted in a louder tone. "On your knees."

Hearing my word he stops his track and turn around to face me as he explained, "You're really naive Lily. I know this world is new but how can you be this dense? Let me tell you, you're already in this world the moment your brother is so you can't get the treatment of a newbie and also with your brother having a status of rival and old friend is a more reason why you're special. Ok, it's enough talking, let's not delay it anymore. I am the one who is gonna train you in shooting and close combat. There will be another person to show you how to learn assassination and undercover skill, her name is Vanessa Hughs." After saying that, Dex gives me a gun. I took it and surprise by the weight of th