Black Bullet Light Novels & Stories

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

A motion fluid, practiced, and laced with a violent sort of grace. It was the Glock 17 from before. I knew that model well. Polymer frame, matte black slide, 9mm. Standard issue in half the departments I’d worked with. Lightweight, reliable, and easy to conceal beneath a tailored jacket like his. But in the right, trained hands, it became something far more lethal than a basic service weapon. And Elian’s hand was more than trained. Even his tattoo was wired for this. A jet-black serpent coiled across the back of it, its inky body disappearing under the cuff of his suit. The serpent’s scaled head rested on his knuckle like a sigil. Its forked tongue, a thin black line, traced down his middle

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

The air around Blake and the vehicle became thick, and all the bullets hovered mid-air before they got close to Blake or the limo. Helen lifted her hands and looked out when gunfire became silent. Like a scene from the Matix movie, Blake picked up a couple of bullets and placed them in his hand. There were nine bullets and nine men before him standing in shock. Then one after another, the bullets disappeared, leaving only one, as the men around the bald man fell to the ground.

Hearing Mrs Bond, Emily guessed that this tall man is working for Ryan and become relax. Now she didn't have to scared about those goons. Her only fear is her overprotective husband. If he found out about her being attacked by some goons just because of her stupid mistakes she becomes dead meat, for sure. The black man knocked out all of them and move towards Emily to takes her back to college. But one of the goons suddenly stands up from the ground and push Emily to ran from there which makes Emily fall and her elbow got scratched. The black man immediately took out their gun and shoot the man.

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

The black light didn't simply glow. It breathed, expanding and contracting in slow, deliberate pulses that swallowed the torchlight around it like something feeding rather than simply burning. "Who's there," Everly demanded, silver light flaring bright and defensive around her as she stepped instinctively in front of Grayson, though some part of her understood, with cold certainty, that whatever waited inside that darkness had no interest in him at all.

Glass spiderwebbed across one of the panes. “What’s waking?” Mara demanded. “The reason the light was built,” Alden replied. “It isn’t to guide ships away.” Another impact. Stronger. Below the surface, a shape the size of a small island shifted, its outline illuminated briefly by lightning. A colossal eye opened—pale and luminous in the deep. Mara stumbled back. “That’s not real,” she breathed. “It’s very real,” Alden said. “And it follows the light.” The beacon flared brighter.

My voice is extremely raspy. "I don't know, I just sort of found you here. I'm sure it's where you parked it last night though." I turn towards the small light voice and see Delilah staring into my eyes. She lifts her head up a smidge and I notice she is wearing her black tank that has the Creations logo on it. Pain slices through my head as I attempt to stand and fall back down on my ass.