Black Bullet Volume 7 Novels & Stories

Destin tried all he could to wake her but all were fruitless so he decided to bury her hoping when she wakeup she's gonna find her way out "that's their problem not mine " I said .. THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW A handsome guy could be seen fighting 20 vampires who move around him using their vampire speed. his eyes were completely black as he fight with them , one I the vampire leaped forward toward him but he dodged he attack and kick him away . it didn't take boy up to 20 minutes and all the vampires were on the floor groaning in pain while he chuckled starring at them and his black eyes return back to normal .

The silence that descended upon the bunker was heavy, suffocating, a physical weight that pressed against my eardrums. It was broken only by the wet, tearing sound of the black Dire Wolf panting. Steam rose from Nash’s fur in thick, billowing clouds, his massive body heaving with the exertion of the violent shift and the brutal kill. He stood over the crumpled body of the mercenary, a dark god of war amidst the ruins of the high-tech bunker. His red eyes glowed in the dim light, scanning the room with a predatory focus that made my skin prickle.

White hot pain rips and tears through me as every bone in my body cracks, breaks and extends before jutting itself into place. Screams and howls of pain fill the air, dulled only by the trees and my own pain consuming me. Canines lengthening and claws stretching out, and yet, still I can feel my body is covered in something warm and wet. I sniff the air. Blood. So much blood. Sweet, warm, red liquid copper. Soon the pain dulls to warm rather than hot, and screams become howls and growls in the distance. I join in, yanking and pulling at the chain until my neck hurts so much I think my head might fall right off my shoulders. And then, everything goes black.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

"I am coming, just wait a bit more. I'll be there in five.." I cut my call and was about to leave when someone grabbed me from behind and put something on my nose.... I tried to fight back , tried to scream for help but I suddenly felt dizzy and lost all the strength of my body, my vision was getting blurry and the last thing I saw was a bunny mast and then everything turned black.... "Finally I got you Marilyn.... Now it's time for punishment..... let's teach you a lesson" .... _________________ Hope you liked the new chapter (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

He wasn't planning to drink too much from her but it was as if he lost control over the beast inside him. When her body limped and she stopped struggling, that was when he realized she had lost consciousness. It wasn't because he drained her of all the blood, but rather she succumbed to darkness because of apprehension. He licked those puncture holes and she stopped bleeding. He stared at her unconscious body in his hold. She was vulnerable and he could do whatever he wanted with her. But he felt bad for drinking from her. He shouldn't have done that no matter how much he yearned to drink from her.

He dropped one of the three items into the bonfire, then dropped another before finally dropping the last item. After doing so, he stepped back and came to stand beside Nana. Nana moved towards the bonfire to do the same, and soon, one by one, every member of the pack copied their actions. I watched in awe as every member of the pack moved to throw at least one thing into the bonfire. That meant that every member of the Midnight Wolves pack had lost someone to the Blackmoon massacre. I shiver rolled down my spine at the realization of the enormity of such loss.

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

She didn’t look up. “Antibiotics,” Silas said, sliding a silver bullet across the counter. The pack’s currency. The only currency that mattered anymore. The girl pocketed the bullet and tossed him a blister pack. “Expired.” “They all are.” She smirked, nodding to his hood. “You’re bleeding through your shirt, wolf.” Silas stiffened. His hand drifted to the knife at his belt. “Eyes on your screen, pup.” The bell jangled again. “Well, fuck me.” The voice was a graveled punch to the gut. “Silas fucking Blackwood.”