Black Bullet Volume 7 Novels & Stories

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

"Thank you. Thank you." I didn't refuse when he opened the car door for me. The drive to the Crescent Moon Pack hospital was silent except for the hum of the engine. I kept my hands clenched in my lap, trying to prepare myself for seeing Damon again. "How bad is it?" I finally asked. Elder Blackwood's knuckles were white on the steering wheel. "The silver bullet shattered two ribs and nicked his heart. Physically, he should have healed weeks ago with proper treatment. But he won't let his wolf help with the healing process."

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 really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh." "Blame you? Of course, I won't. In fact, I want you to show me all you've got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!" I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it. "Now my turn," he muttered before he lashed his sword on air, creating two blows that formed two heads of black tigers made of dark smoke flying towards me.

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.

"You didn't kill him. Seven is very strong. I am sure of that!" Her boldness and uncertainty made me laugh. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but Seven is not Superman. He might have been strong, but he wasn't made of steel. I put about five bullets into him. One in his skull and the rest in his heart. Not just any bullets. Silver bullets!" Winter broke down again. She clutched her chest tightly. Her eyes flooded with tears. Her pale face soon turned red and she stared in a daze. I could tell that she was imagining how Seven died.

Justin commented, smiling broadly. "Exactly. And it would make him weak, little by little. That he wouldn't even notice the changes in his body." I smirked, already envisioning the whole scene. ************************************************* END OF FLASHBACK ************************************************* "You see? You've actually been inhaling Everett's gift all this while and I think right about now, it should take an effect." Suddenly, Blackwood slumped and fell with his buttocks landing hard on the ground. He tried to get up again but couldn't.

The specific silence of people who are in a room with something that could end them and have decided that breathing quietly is the most strategic option available. The Soul Sight hit me like a structural collapse. I had never felt it before — not like this, not with the particular ferocity of something detonating in the center of my sternum, golden light erupting through my peripheral vision, threads blazing outward from my chest toward the broadcast screen with the absolute and devastating specificity of a thing that has always known where it was going. I knocked my ration pack off the table standing up. The other workers looked at me. I was already moving. I sat in a maintenance corridor f