Black Bullet Volume 7 Novels & Stories

“You think you run this place? because you’re on the damn council, everyone should grovel at your feet? Let me break it to you, you're no bigger than an ant to me. And if I wanted, I’d squash you till you decay. I’m not scared of your trembling trigger finger.” “I'm warning you, Blackwood!” he growled, a vein throbbing at his temple, the gun shaking ever so slightly in his hand. The tension in the room was suffocating. Time slowed as Scarlet inched closer. And then, bang! The shot rang out. She jerked to the side just in time dodging the bullet. The bullet smashed into the wall behind her with a sharp crack.

He couldn't tolerate such cheap words for Elaina. “Who do you think you are?” Aaron roared. Ishan laughed and walked to Aaron. He barked back, “No weapon. Family is under a death threat. Still, this much arrogance? Poor Mafia capo.” “Either you slap her, beat her, or let me start with your favourite,” Ishan pulled the trigger and fired toward Balckie. But Shyla and Blackie were prepared. Blackie is a well-trained animal. He slid and saved himself from the bullet. The living hall was filled with the sound of gunshots. Ishan got angry as he missed the target.

Right between the eyes. He dropped. The pup screamed. The valley went silent. “I said,” I repeated, chambering another round, “let. Them. Go.” Moros stopped smiling. “Kill her,” he said. Quiet. The Claws raised their guns. 47 guns. 47 pups. 1 of me. Kieran _moved_. Black blur. He hit the first line of Claws before they could fire. “NOW!” he roared. Blood Moon charged. And I ran. Not away. _Forward_.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

Amerie attempted to take a step further but Everett stuck out an arm to keep her back before reaching for the ammo to reload. Bark snapped as the Embertaur gained footing and began to lift the tree off itself. Everett mumbled a strain of colorful expletives as he cocked his gun and fired again. Asteri stirred in Amerie’s mind, urging her to do something. “How is this not affecting it?” Everett shouted as he continued to fire. Sure enough, every bullet seemed to be swallowed by the shadows creeping along the beast’s body. Its yellow eyes burned brighter as a thin stream of black liquid trailed from its back to the asphalt. With its back feet steady underneath it, the Embertaur shrugged off th

For the first time all night, hope broke through the crushing fear in my chest. But Calvin wasn’t finished. His eyes darted between us, wild and frantic, as if trying to calculate a way out. “I can’t leave any trace,” he hissed. “I’ll finish this now. All of you.” The gun swung toward me, and my breath caught. “CALVIN, DROP IT!” The police advanced, weapons trained, voices echoing. Blackwood’s body moved instinctively, positioning himself in front of me even from across the clearing, as though he could shield me from a bullet with sheer force of will. His eyes locked on mine, blazing with an intensity that anchored me even as the world spun.

All I could see was red; my mate growled and grunted in anger as she fought off the rogues attacking her. Blood matted my snout. The bullet wounds on my skin were already healing as I finished the last man standing, tossing his head on the pile of body parts on the bloody highway. I turned back to Serena, freezing when I saw a rogue sink its teeth into Serena’s neck. ‘Serena!’ I called out, removing the distance between us as fast as my paws could, then a shimmer of black dust rolled off her white fur, as though the darkness was swallowing her light. The black smoke was thick. Almost like a black tornado had swallowed Serena and the four rogues still standing, ganging up on her.

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.

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A