Zero Point Gravity Gun Novels & Stories

“Think on it. When you are tired of being a pawn in their games, come find us.” He began to fade, his form dissolving into a swirl of shadow and green mist. “Oh, and a gift,” his voice echoed from the dissolving darkness. “For the puppy.” The grenade clattered onto the metal grating between Zero and me. It was old, military-grade, and it hummed with the same sickly green energy as the creatures. Zero’s eyes met mine across the distance. There was no time to run. No time to throw it. There was only the hum, and the light, and the choice. The world exploded in a silent, violent wave of emerald fire.

"The experiment has reached its expiration. We have come to reclaim the foundation." "Reclaim this!" Victor leveled the rifle and opened fire. The pulses of blue energy slammed into the lead suit, but the white armor didn't crack. It absorbed the impact, the surface rippling like water. The figure didn't even flinch. It simply raised a hand—a five-fingered gauntlet tipped with vibrating, metallic talons—and flicked its wrist. The world flipped. A gravity-bomb hit the center of the estate.

The cold morning wind off the river blew across the concrete pier, carrying the bitter smell of burnt rubber and salty water. Noah stood entirely still, his arms dropping slowly to his sides. His heart pounded like a heavy hammer against his ribs as he stared at the young man standing on the truck ramp. Subject Zero-One looked so much like Noah that it felt like looking into a clear glass mirror. But there was no hesitation in Zero-One's eyes, no warmth, and no fear. He held the dark grey remote control steady in his right hand, his thumb resting lightly against the yellow toggle switch.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Sandra smirked before taking the item from his hands “ did you load it?” she asked and just as Grace’s uncle nodded she pointed the item in a direction no one was and pulled the trigger. Shot! Not only Grace’s uncle but the spies jaw dropped low as they saw a vase being shattered by a small stone into several pieces “ this is called a gun. Can be used to kill your enemy from a distance” “ can we have that?” asked one of the spies “ didn’t I already taught you. being greedy us never a good thing”

All of the voices grew louder until they were howling inside her head. She looked into the bright blue eyes that pleaded with her. Inky blackness spread from the center consuming all color and light until they were pools of darkness covering his entire eye socket. He lurched forward grabbing the barrel of the gun and forcing it against his forehead. Zira yelped and squeezed. BANG! Zira sat up screaming and flailing. Hands wrestled with hers making her flail more. A firm grasp locked on and forced her down.

“Before that, you’ve mentioned there being an automatic gun present at the office, do you have any idea what make it could have been? Such knowledge could greatly aid our speculation.” Gunner shook his head, didn’t care enough to know the model of the Glock. “I believe it was a G40 long slide, yes, I can name the exact model.” “Because of his obsession.” Gunner rolled his eyes as he rubbed the palms on Shadow’s desk absentmindedly. “Yeah. I couldn’t possibly mistake it for anything other than the G40 long slide, those babies are freaking awesome. The curve that it has…” Sean saw Shadow’s shade changed to a rather dark, almost like a king of jungle formulated the plan.

Back then, Xylo tied everyone’s power plants together so they could all far overcharge her weapon for a single devastating shot. It was everything they needed to turn the tide and win the match, even if it cost them the gun. “Tell us what we gotta do,” she said. “Simple,” Raijin replied. “We link our power plants, overcharge your graviton guns, amplify the station’s weight significantly, and cause it to fall into Sagittarius A*’s accretion disk. Then we simply let gravity do the rest for us.” Gasps erupted from the officers on the tactical bridge. Their eyes were wide at the simplicity of the plan. But of course, things weren’t quite that simple.

Bryan shot his pistol three times, then pressed the button on the wall which drew his human cardboard target closer to where he was. “Not bad.” Kimberly shouted in the midst of the gunshots from other shooters, who we’re practicing in the shooting range. His target had a hole on the side of its head, on a shoulder and in the middle of its torso. “My turn.” She said after replacing the bullet ridden target with a new one, and pressing the button on the wall, which pushed it away till it got to forty meters away from where she stood.

Behind him, Anya waited, coiled like a spring. The glass gave way with a soft crack. Dimitri pushed through, Anya following. Architect spun, reaching for a weapon, but Anya was already moving. She covered the distance in three steps, struck him across the temple with the butt of her gun. He dropped like a puppet with cut strings. "Backup arriving," Dimitri said, hearing footsteps thundering up the stairs. "We need to move." They dragged Architect to the window. Getting down would be harder than getting up. Dimitri was calculating angles when Anya pulled out a compact grappling system, project Seventh equipment, designed for rapid extraction.