Batman Speeding Bullet Novels & Stories

I looked at the culprit and it's none other than Monica, the assuming bitch, Bullet said. She's glaring at me as her brows arch. "If you think that you'll be happy because he chose you, better think twice slut. Remember that he's always bored and he's very fond of anything new, that'll make him entertained." then she walked passed me. She left me dumbfounded. That's when I heard a beep. I looked at the expensive car car that stopped in front of me. Bullet frame shown when he get out on his car. His in full smile as he walk towards me.

He moved with supernatural speed, a blur of dark linen and lethal instinct. He was fast. He was almost fast enough. But a high-caliber sniper round travels faster than human reflexes. The bullet struck before Arthur’s body could clear the trajectory. The impact was sickening—a dull, wet thud that cut through the screams of the crowd. Arthur’s body jerked violently backward in mid-air, the kinetic force tearing through his tailored navy jacket, lifting him off his feet before he slammed onto the hard marble steps of the podium. "NO!" The scream tore from my throat, raw, jagged, and unrecognizable. It didn't sound like me; it sounded like a dying animal.

"Faster?" Arthur laughed, a harsh, grating sound that bounced off the weeping pipes of the Spire’s guts. He slammed his pistol into its holster with a decisive thwack. "Lucien, look at the kid. If he goes faster, his heart is going to turn into a blender. We’re not running a marathon. We’re carrying a bomb with a heartbeat."

I reminded him again before we finally left my office. I used my high-end car when we traveled. I am the only Alpha in this realm who has this kind of car. It is a bulletproof car and its speed is like that of a spacecraft. My troop of Army men rode in our big army truck, whose speed can be as fast as my car. It is not time to use our horses, we might be too late to rescue Adamante.

To which extent the powerful attack can be, I'm uncertain of that. However, I sharpened my senses and continue striking at full force with the combination of power I have. Yet, I couldn't guarantee my stance of attacking if my stamina would deplete. "Drive faster!" I shouted without ceasing from attacking. The car moves faster than the normal speed. It was sometimes swaying to avoid the obstacle hindering the way. However, halting, I checked the bullets and a soft curse broke out from my lips when I saw that there were only two bullets left.

"A weapon that was meant to only be used by my most trusted if we were ever under attack… However, the man I trusted like a brother, stole it and mass-produced it. Selling it to several Cartel’s and Mafia organisations. According to my data, a couple of buyers were also supernatural." I now glanced back at them; Dante’s face was as passive as ever, whilst the other two were frowning as they listened. "Are you sure it's that dangerous?" Alejandro asked, his brow furrowed. "Yeah, there’s someone who had some of these bullets, and they sure as fuck worked. These bullets can kill so fast that if you were in wolf form, the body doesn’t even revert to human form. Emmet Garrons produced fucking tho

SB took out a small black box containing bullets with the initials D and handed it to the shop owner. "This bullet is made by you, right?" "I know you are the only one trusted by the Mafia Bosses in the Black Market to make bullets for them with the initials, Spencer." That older man named Spencer looked at SB and corrected the glasses hanging at his nose. "Because you already know my name, I will not exchange pleasantries with you young man." "This bullet is made by me." "But, I can not tell you the identity of my customer." Spencer handed the bullet back to SB.

Silent and a few people who busied themselves with their various business. "Come on, Let's get moving." The other ordered in an hoarse voice. Arthur grinned sheepishly before breaking free from the shackles of his handcuffs. Both men noticed early but too late to react. Arthur had activated his Vampiric speed. He watched momentarily as their body movements slowed. Both of them opting to pull out their pistols towards him. He quickly scooped off their guns before their hands reached. And then he offloaded the bullets briskly before returning the Pistols to it's abode. Once he deactivated his supernatural abilities, they poised their guns at him fiercely.

Josh was holding a Zippo close to the fuse and saying: “Come on, kid. We just wanna check your dance skills. Prom’s coming and you gotta learn the moves, you know.” The rest of The Retaliators guffawed. “Maybe we should tie it around his waist,” said George, who was one of the meanest and scariest of Josh’s friends, because of his shaved head and a round cigarette burn-scar in his left check. George had also given himself the alias Bullseye, based on Daredevil’s arch nemesis in the Webflix series, and because he was the proud owner of the most fearsome slingshot in the country. It was gun-accurate up to fifty meters and had victimized many a poor kid and even some adults.

With a swift motion, he raised his hand, and a brilliant light burst forth, illuminating the dark warehouse. As the bullets hurtled towards him, Uriel vanished in a flash of speed, moving at the velocity of sound. He reappeared behind Samson, his eyes blazing with divine fury. Samson spun around, his machine gun still firing, but Uriel was too fast. He dodged and weaved, avoiding the bullets with ease, his movements a blur of speed and grace.