Novel & Cerita Blade And Bullet Blind

Blake tried to reciprocate but his hits were not powerful enough to jeopardise that ruthless beast over him. Zale raised his fist to hit him again when he felt a sharp sting on his arm. The sound of the gun shooting echoed and the blood started oozing from his arm as the bullet passed through his skin. He took his eyes up and saw one of Blake's men pointing his gun at him. Instead of feeling the pain, Zale's rage turned into a treacherous wrath which blinded him more.

"Yes, I couldn't find a single blood on him, so I realized he was alive. I never knew my brother would love to be an actor, he acted so damn well and even caused you pain....." "KURT!" Both Blade and Bella screamed at Kurt, Kurt smiled down at them. "Have a nice time and don't die again brother." Kurt said, leaving the two couples alone, they needed some alone time. "How did you survived the gun shot?" Bella asked, that was the question that kept ringing in her head. "Silver Bullet Proof. A customized one, I made sure everyone wore it, likewise my mother. You did not wear one." Blade said, closing his eye for a while, she was the main prey In the battle and she never wore a bullet proof.

"But if this is a double-cross..." "If it were a double-cross, I'd have sold you to the Hounds an hour ago," Blind Eye muttered. "Go. Take the service chute. It dumps into the sewers. It smells, but it's bulletproof." As Jack and Finch ran for the chute, Blind Eye sat alone in the belfry, listening to the wind. He reached into his pocket and touched a small, cold device. "I'm sorry, Jack," he whispered to the empty room. "But ten billion is a lot of leverage."

Shadowblade roared, channeling his true essence throughout his body, forming a protective barrier with even greater power. Boom! When the group's assault met Shadowblade's shield, a violent explosion followed. The backlash sent them flying, but their combined force continued to hammer against the shield. Finally, with a resounding crash, their formidable power shattered the barrier, and the forces nullified each other. "Now's my chance!" Helen shouted from midair as the shield broke. She took aim and fired. A bullet, glowing with fiery light, sped toward Shadowblade’s eye. "What?!" At the sound of the gunshot, Shadowblade turned sharply. The bullet left a gash as it grazed his eyelids despit

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

Then even before we land we start to strap on what we can, knowing that the game starts as soon as the helicopter takes off and that at least one of the other teams will be coming for us fast, wanting at least to take out me and my rifle. I sling that onto my back and then begin to strap on the hip and thigh holster that Blythe ordered for me, which is small and precisely measured enough for me to guess that Daphne had a hand in making it. I smile, silently thanking her for it as I fasten the last buckle. Then, to my distinct pleasure, Blythe starts to hand me guns. “What are all these?” I ask, laughing a little. “Compact revolves at your hips,” he says, nodding to me as I start to strap the

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

“Kneel! Do you understand?” Overextended, the bulletproof panel along his chest shifted, revealing a fatal gap beneath the ribs—half a second tactical blind spot. Vivienne’s arm shot back. Using the man’s shoulder as cover, she drew the Desert Eagle from Alexander’s tactical belt. Up. Squeeze. Fire. The .357 Magnum screamed, carving through Arthur’s right scapula, shattering the shoulder socket. Before his howl could escape, Vivienne advanced, snatching the syringe mid-fall.

I yelled as the flames leapt to life in my hands. “Hlíf!” I yelled as the flames enveloped the house and they ran inside. I heard the gunshots and shielded them from danger. I turned to where the shots were being fired from. “Lata líkami,” I whispered as I shifted into Blaise, expelling the three bullets from my back. He started running and I could smell them clearly. Humans with guns, but they had another odd smell to them.

The blade sliced through the air, lodging directly in the center of the man’s forehead. A sharp gurgling sound escaped his lips before his body collapsed lifelessly onto the pavement. The other men gasped, their eyes widening in horror. Some of them turned to run. They didn’t make it far. Zayden didn’t even have to lift a finger. His bodyguards fired their weapons with precise accuracy, their bullets piercing flesh effortlessly. Each shot echoed through the empty street, cutting through the heavy silence. Within seconds, the remaining men fell to the ground—motionless.