Black Bullet Volume 7 Novels & Stories

I break many speed limits on my way as my hands shake and my mind fills with horrible scenarios. I barley even park the car before I'm running inside George's house. I almost cry when I see Enzo laying on the floor with his head on George's lap as blood oozes out of his stomach. There's at least five bullet wounds that are all bleeding as George tries to hold a t-shirt to them.

But to look closely, his sleeve was different from the other part of his bearing, it akin to the peaceful sky in the summer season, where far from being bloody. He never actually touch the side of it, as if afraid to be fully immerse to the bloody of the darkness. His eyes bloodshot when one bloody creatures able to resist the forces of the men in black and almost touch the sleeve with his fang thirst to bite that very area of his being. He snorted lightly and stop the mere creatures with a raging bullet that boom to exploded out.

Zelena was still laying on the ground, I knew she was going to be easy to be rid of, just one hit and she was out. I pulled on that dark feeling inside me, tugging on the string of power that was in me now. Another icy shard appeared in my hand, and I hurled it toward Gunner. He dodged to the side, missing the spear, and then charged toward me. I didn’t even need to think about it now, the weapons just came to my hands as I thought of them. I leaned on my back foot and steadied my feet, then I hurled dagger after dagger at Gunner. One hit his shoulder, but it didn’t slow his charge. Just three steps from reaching me he dropped his shoulder and poised to shoulder barge right into me. I summon

"He's demanding audience, Alpha. Says he has a proposition that might prevent... unpleasantness." Unpleasantness. Such a delicate word for the kind of territorial war that could paint these mountains red with supernatural blood. I found Blackwood waiting in the courtyard like he owned it, flanked by three wolves who moved with the particular swagger of creatures who'd never learned proper respect for established territory. He looked older than I remembered—gray threading through dark hair, lines around his eyes that spoke of years spent in exile—but his amber gaze held the same calculating intelligence that had made him dangerous three decades ago.

Hector planned to use a sword this time instead of daggers. "Thanks for the warning, buddy," Maximo said as he patted Little Black's head. Little Black smiled and his big black eyes sparkled with joy. When the 2 teams separated, Zachary, Hector, Maximo, and Ezekiel were casually talking about their strategies to win. However, they were attacked by a small group of wolves when they step into the grass. Little Black was able to sense the small group of wolves, so he immediately warned the four boys. Zachary, Hector, Maximo, and Ezekiel fully trusted Little Black's warning and they all prepared themselves, and for a second, a small group of wolves was really going to attack them. It is good tha

The entire horde followed right behind it, a twisting, writhing mountain of pale flesh and flashing fangs ascending toward the ridge. "Fire!" the mercenary commander screamed in absolute panic. The night exploded with muzzle flashes. High-caliber, silver-tipped ammunition tore into the ascending horde, but the blood-born didn't even slow down. The bullets sank into their pale, rubbery flesh with wet thuds, the wounds closing instantly as the black, ancient blood in their veins rejected the metal. A pale hand reached over the lip of the cliff. Before the commander could scream again, he was snatched by the throat, his heavy tactical armor snapping like plastic as he was dragged violently over

A whisper hissed in Alice’s mind: The ritual’s now, weapon. A note fell from her backpack, unnoticed until now: Break or burn, weapon. The rally decides. The crescent moon symbol glared, and the lights dimmed, the crowd’s cheers slowing to a drone. Alice’s hands glowed brighter, heat surging, and she froze, the ritual’s pull tightening. She bolted for the exit, Kane’s voice calling, Liam’s plea echoing, Mira’s whisper lingering, Rhea’s taunt biting, Elara’s touch fading. The cult’s plan was a noose, and she was its knot.

The silver blade of the "System Dagger" did not draw blood when it struck Kaelen; it drew "Static." The moment the tip of the weapon made contact with the boy’s chest, the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep exploded in a flurry of grey, redacted pixels. Kaelen let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering, but his body didn't fall. It "Lacked."

I said firmly and sent him the huge blow of phoenix attack—fire that formed like a phoenix that could burn even a soul. Although he was fast enough to dodge so he won’t have it bad, the blow was so powerful it still affected him. His left forearm up to his elbow was burned. I smirked. I knew he can dodge the attack, but I also knew there’s no way he won’t be injured. His smile vanished. There was no time to waste, I didn’t give him time to recover. I sent him a rain of arrows blazing in blue flame. Even if he’s trying to block each, I know it’s just about time before he gets hit somewhere.

I didn’t slow down. “Get down!” I barked. Alessio ducked, but he was already reaching for the glove box — pulling out the spare pistol I kept there. Another round came through the rear windshield. This one didn’t miss. It hit me square in the back of the head. Everything went white. Then black. I heard Alessio scream my name one last time before the world tilted and went silent. --- When I opened my eyes again, the world was too bright and too loud.