Becoming Bulletproof Novels & Stories

"How?! How is that possible?!" Both the motel owner and the middle-aged man could feel their jaws dropping. There were two ways that an Ascendant-ranked individual was impervious to bullets—most of them were quick enough to dodge it, while the minority were durable enough to be bulletproof. However, the motel owner's gun and bullets were supposedly different and could overcome those! "What's impossible about it? You're ignorant, aren't you?" Vaporizing the motel owner's gun with just a thought, Frank whipped out the pendant and waved it at him, asking, "Can you tell me who made this now?"

Bull moved with incredible speed, avoiding the shot, and the bullet dropped to the ground. The men stepped back, trying to grab the woman's bag. Bull intercepted them, reclaiming the bag and punching one man in the jaw. The gunman started firing wildly. Bull quickly shielded the woman, using his helmet to protect the back of his head. He winced as a shot hit him, but the man soon ran out of bullets. Bull threw his helmet at the gunman, then neutralized him with a series of precise strikes to his vital points. The rest of the gang fled.

The cars pursue us relentlessly. With trembling hands, I frantically type out a message to Stefano, desperate to inform him of the unfolding situation. The deafening cracks of gunfire ring out repeatedly, our attackers seizing every opportunity to riddle our vehicle with bullets. Each thunderous impact causes my heart to skip a beat, but I force myself to remember the bulletproof glass – a fragile barrier standing between us and certain death. The adrenaline courses through my veins as I try to maintain my composure amidst the chaos. “Stefano is coming, and everything is going to be okay,” I whisper to myself, a mantra to calm my nerves. With each passing moment, I pray dearly that I am not

Our car is bulletproof, that's why the bullet couldn't cross the window. The next bullet hit the car. Brother immediately cradled me close to him. "Caleb!! What is happening?" He shouted. "Sir, there's some people targeting Missy." Caleb said and the driver drove the car faster. "Their focus is on Missy." I looked back and saw some men with cars and bikes. A bike man came beside us and pointed his gun towards me and shot. Because of the bulletproof window, it didn't hit me. Caleb immediately rolled down his window and shot the man. Our guards started blocking the enemies, they shot in their car's tyre and stopped them.

he replied, and I turned to him with a quizzical look on my face. “While you are still around? What do you mean?” Alexei coughed. He cleared his throat, and then he continued. “I will return to the city soon. So, let's focus on this for now. Also, I’m wearing a bullet-proof vest so you have no reason to be worried about hurting anyone.” Alexei assured me. I glanced down at his chest and the vest was on him. Great! And what about the fact that I'm scared of holding a gun?

He pulled out a gun from his side, and I pulled mine, too. “Could it be the men we had escaped from?”I asked to see him shake his head. “They are too dumb to realize we were the ones there,” he said. I nodded in agreement. They couldn't find us when we were in the hall a while ago. I looked at the rear mirror, “what if they shoot at us?” I asked. “Don't worry, the car is bulletproof,” he said, and I breathed out. True to my word, they shot at us. But the bullet didn't get to us. Whoever they were, it was clear their goal was to bring harm. “You must have a lot of enemies, Bruno,” I said.

"Yeah, it's me! You didn't think this would happen, did you? You all are so stupid!" The injured man did not understand what he meant. He could only be stunned by the pain he experienced. Didn't think the man in front of him could shoot his leg. The man holding the gun took off his coat and shirt. A thick bulletproof vest with a small bag filled with seeping blood was under his shirt. Calmly he took off the bulletproof suit with the blood bag on it and threw it away. "You see, there's no gunshot wound to my chest, right? I took everything into account when I decided to become an intruder in your gang!" he exclaimed, then laughed.

And with that I was snoozing peacefully. The past few days have been... stressful. I think I broke a record, they should add me to the world Guinness book of of records as the most bullied high schooler. Every second was spent painfully, I managed to get away with a few bruises after being used as the new ball by the football team. My panic attacks came less, which surprised me. Maybe my body had gotten so used to being pushed around and my brain has finally accepted my situation.

Before I could stop to think about my action, I matched back to the crowd, shoving people out of the way. I shoved the first bully off, earning an audible gasp from the audience. I stalked toward the second one, shoving him harder, then the third. Taking off my jacket, I scoot down in front of the boy, wrapping the jacket around him. The mixture of surprise and relief on his face as he fell on my shoulder caused my chest to squeeze. I felt a shadow loaming over me, forcing my attention ahead. My heart leapt against my chest at the three guys standing in front of me. They were Alphas, I could tell by how big they were and from the aura oozing from them.

CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE MALAKAI * * "Oops, I missed," Pierce mutters, a sly smile spreading on his face. He had only diverted his hand at the last moment, causing the bullet to whizz past Liam's head and is buried into the wall instead. This psycho! Don't just play with someone's life like this, I want to scream at him, but my body just sags with relief when Pierce slowly lowers the gun. He turns to me, still wearing that devious smile, as though mocking my scared trembling form.