Black Bullet Light Novels & Stories

He then kicked open the car door and rolled out while holding Waltz in his arms. It was almost at the same time that the truck ran into the Lamborghini. The fifteen-million-dollar luxurious car was instantly ruined, breaking into millions of pieces. “Damn it!” Black Skeleton cursed under his breath after realizing that the bullet had missed Alex. In the next moment, he aimed at his target and pulled the trigger once again. Bang! However, the bullet missed Alex again. Through his sniper scope, he could see that the man narrowly avoided the bullet in the fine line between life and death, as if he was possessed by a deity and could predict the danger.

"Custom piece from the specialized gear unit. This side houses standard micro-rounds, but the other half is loaded with high-density tranquilizer darts. Flip the selector switch to the left, and whoever gets tagged sleeps like a rock for seventy-two hours straight. Flip it to the right... and they sleep indefinitely." He reached into the foam casing and lifted a heavy, brushed-titanium lighter, flicking the cap open with a sharp clack. "This little guy looks like a classic windproof lighter, but it’s actually a localized pressure explosive. Compact, completely non-magnetic, and packs enough force to take down a load-bearing wall if you set it right. And then, there’s this."

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

He laid on the sand as he stubbed out the tiny weed left in his hand, this was his third wrap tonight and he still couldn’t feel himself floating or his problems merging into the backgroun and if nothing at all, they seemed to intensified and he would rather have them at faded into the background. He wanted to scream into the darkness and hear the sound echo back at him, maybe he would feel like the Quincy White he used to be. This place always had papparazis hanging around and despite coming here in a disguise, he felt someone might be watching him.Ths deep part has been his hideout sine the red table discusiion and he started getting bullied. He was almost sure that no one would find him h

Wow that was a very clever clue. “Kate! What are you doing?” I followed him inside. He was holding a blue LED light now. “Hold this” I took the light and he pulled a bag under the old wooden cabinet. Inside were two set of M40 sniper rifle and ammunition. I place the light on the cabinet and start to help him assemble the rifle. He pulled a 4feet wide, 3feet tall cabinet and place the rifle facing the window covered with old and dusty curtain. I can hear him coughing as he move the curtain. “Come here” I put down the rifle and went straight to him. “Bring your rifle” I could feel his annoyance this time.

sounding panicked. "Fuck the lights, just fire towards the doorway, you moron!" another answered, his fear apparent in his voice. Lukas pulled her into him suddenly, covering her body with his own as he swept his arm up, leaving a black swathe of shadows in front of them just as shots sounded. A dozen tiny, bright white balls of light headed through the doorway towards them, rushing past them and sizzling as they hit the wall and stairs behind, their glow slowly fading after they hit.

…Is it me or his blue flames is healing Kuroyuki's coldness…? "Guys— look," Kronos said to us after he picked up the black bullet. Blaze's blood… is sticking on it…? It's not disappearing either. Not only that, the black spears and bullets the silhouettes fired so far aren't disappearing as well. What on earth is it made of…? It was liquid earlier, but then it takes the shape of a human— and it could choose to phase through physical object or either materialize to deal physical attacks.

Dominik I’m looking at fabric swatches for bulletproof blackout curtains. I know Eve won’t go for the staid colors these usually come in, so I had a company who specializes in producing them put together a booklet with prints she’d find more appealing. The weave is dense enough to stop a small-caliber bullet, slow a larger caliber bullet, block out ninety-nine percent of UV light, and the lining is fire-retardant. It’s perfect. Now I just need to sell it to Eve the right way.

The assistant commander did not hesitate. The rotating cannon on his arm buzzed up, but the light that gathered in its course was not the clean, grelle blue of consortium. It was a nasty, deep black violet that like liquid darkness looked out. “Decking!” Kael shouted. He threw himself with his whole massive flank against me and Silas and ripped us on the hard stone of the rocky projection, seconds before the weapon was fired. The shot was adorable. The black plasma charge hit right there