Novel & Cerita Black Bullet Light

And then the next thing I knew, he pushed me away from him only for me to know that I am now lying on my own bed. The lights are off. Only the light of the moonlight is the source of our light here. And when I stared at Bullet, his view was like one of those photos you can only see in a woman adult magazine. Those kinds of adult male models who are so good to look at whenever you are hormonal. That was the kind of view that Bullet has right now.

The sound was different from the panicked shots echoing through the hall—a sharp, precise crack that seemed to swallow all other noise. The specialized bullet, its tip gleaming with Pyre's corrupted clover extract, took her high in the chest, just below the collarbone. There was no dramatic spray of blood. Instead, a strange, silvery light bloomed at the point of impact, spreading under her skin like vicious frost cracking across a dark windowpane.

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

Zev was holding a gun! Fear coursed through me, and several of the guests who had followed me outside gasped in alarm. This was bad… Firearms were strictly forbidden among wolves. Most bullets were cast with silver, a metal capable of tearing through a wolf’s healing and killing even the strongest Alpha. The mere sight of a gun inside Blackwood territory was enough to put every wolf on edge. The moment Zev spotted me, his face lit up. But before he could stumble forward, an enraged voice boomed from across the courtyard.

Pft-pft-pft-pft! A synchronized volley of suppressed, high-caliber automatic gunfire erupted from the shattered windows of the black SUV. The bullets cut through the remaining Valeriano enforcers with surgical precision, ripping through wool coats and flesh, dropping them onto the blood-slicked gravel before they could even disengage their safety switches.

“ARGHHHHHH……” Blackout.

I keep replaying those nightmares, those visits from that demonic, hallucinated version of Alessia/Christian happening right inside his church… I load my revolver with consecrated bullets before strapping it in concealed carry beneath my coat. Then I pick out a vial of holy water for good measure. I nick my finger on one of my silver-plated knives while reaching for it. I really am out of it, clumsy and unfocused… My vision sharpens with laser-focus in that very same moment though, fixating on the bead of blood welling out from this shallow cut. Not human red – It's black. It has to just be the dim lighting, making it look that way.

He is silent until we realize we are heading to our room. " Get ready. Pack your weapons", Adonis says. After 15 minutes, we were ready. The three of us are dressed in a black shirt, with black jeans, and black combat boots. We have small silver knives dipped in a poison called moonshine that is toxic to vampires and werewolves. We have guns filled with ultraviolet bullets, also lethal to vampires. "Are you ready to tell us this plan of yours?" I asked Adonis, as we walked back to the grounds.

Who are they looking for? “No sir, we checked her house. She must have left in a hurry. She left this behind.” He said holding up a locket. I instinctively reached for mine, only it wasn’t there. Shit. “Keep searching! We can’t let her leave. Remember she is dangerous so if you see her use the blue bullets.” The captain orders. Blue bullets were used on the most dangerous specials. They contained a serum inside that halted any healing abilities a special may have and caused explosive pain that would render any human dead and special unconscious.

Dark. I enter the shooting room looking for Max, he is at the end of it with the protectors on, with a 9mm in his hands shooting at a target that is about 6 meters away, the shot is good but not perfect, for to be perfect it must hit the target, that is to say the chest or the head, and this has been close to the exact point of the chest, he smiled because although Max is good with weapons, in shots with small arms he is not better than me.