Bullet Souls Mga Nobela at Kwento

In a heartbeat, Ghost swung his arm towards Sergio and pressed the trigger. Sergio didn’t have time to react, his face was frozen in shock as the bullet sliced through the air and into his forehead. Before his men could react, Ghost pulled out another gun from inside his shirt and fired at them.

Chaos swallowed the room again. But Selene stood in the broken doorway. Completely untouched. She stepped inside. Slowly. Deliberately. Like she belonged here. Alessio aimed instantly. “Stop.” Selene looked at him. Then smiled. “You won’t shoot me,” she said. Alessio didn’t hesitate. He fired. The bullet hit— nothing. It curved. Literally curved mid-air. And embedded itself into the wall. Silence. My breath stopped. “What the hell…” I whispered.

Steven’s smile vanished, and he raised his hand all of a sudden. Bang! A custom bullet shot toward Dustin at a speed far beyond that of an ordinary round. Steven’s face was filled with confidence. At this range, not even the strongest Martial Saint could avoid the shot. The bullet reached Dustin in an instant. But the next moment, Steven’s face froze, and his pupils dilated in disbelief. Dustin had caught the bullet between two fingers and smoke was still curling from it. “That… That’s impossible…” Steven stammered. “That bullet was crafted by the legendary blacksmith, Raymond Leroy! Not even an Apex Martial Saint could block it, and you caught it with your bare hand!”

The gunshot rang out. The bullet shot from the gun in Davey's hand tore into the creature's throat, ripping into its neck, tearing back the skin, the pellet burying deep inside, but instead of dropping to the floor, the creature's flesh just knitted back together, layer upon layer of shimmering cracked gold covering the hole where the bullet had struck. With another ear-piercing scream, the creature turned its attention fully on Davey, who scrambled backwards desperately, his limbs tangling together in blind panic.

Cole returned his eyes to the doctor. "You do not have to worry about her, she is fast asleep." He replied. The doctor looked over his shoulder, to the sleeping woman beside him. He heaved a sigh and shrugged his shoulders before he continued. "The bullet, or bullets, that hit the alpha were not just any normal ones. They were poisonous, with a rare Sulphur that is not supposed to be found in the bloodstream. If he wasn't an alpha wolf, he would not have been able to make it."

Seven cultists encircled a levitating corpse—unborn, unaged, yet covered in scribes of living flesh. “The Shells,” Sokolov hissed. “This is where she was breeding more.” Petrov lifted a relic gun carved from angelbone and wood ash. “Then we make sure not one walks.” They opened fire with spells engraved into the bullets—banishing sigils, ancient banes. The Hollow cultists screamed, one erupting mid-incantation into a swarm of glass-eyed crows. The fetus-shell convulsed, mouth gaping wider than any child’s should.

I mumbled, not knowing whether to reassure Elias or to reassure myself. After a while of struggling, I finally got two bullets out. These bullets are specially designed; their tails are pretty small, but their heads are enormous. This is the first time I have seen such a cruel design. When I took the bullet out, it was like a hook, sticking firmly into Elias's flesh. I wanted to curse whoever created it. Would he want to experience his evil design? After taking out the bullet, I wiped the blood from the outside of the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder on it, then carefully bandaged it. Next were a few shots under his thighs, and after I was done processing, the bandage on Elias's back was a

Agad niyang pinulot ang arnis at akmang ihahampas iyon sa ulo ko nang may sumalag. Gulat na tinignan ni Hellios si Bullet. Hindi rin ako makagalaw. I stared at his eyes. It was full of anger and sadness. He was confused. His eyes were bloodshot. “But I believed you... I trusted you... why?” He asked. His voice broke and he became weak. He held onto his knees for support and sobbed quietly. “Bullet, I--” Bago pa man makasagot ay itinapon niya ang arnis at tumakbo palayo.

That bullet was the only good thing that happened tonight. Through my closed eyes, the sound of Stella's sobs intensified, turning into ragged, desperate cries. It was music. My men immediately swarmed us, efficient and silent, and quickly got us into the car. The ride home felt strangely sweet, a perverse kind of paradise. Stella was pressed against me, her small hands frantic, pressing down on the bullet wound with a force that was probably useless but fiercely devoted.

-Hey, that little body has fire inside- Dylan laughed -I hope my partner is not like that, it's like having two Serguei under the same roof- Steicer leaned against the frame. Cristián grabbed the cloth Louva threw at him and wiped the blood from his neck. The wound was not deep, but it did hurt and was intimately hot. He remembered the moment they made contact. It was only a second but their bodies vibrated claiming each other. Fate had made them for each other. It was written in their DNA and no matter how much they refused they could not ignore it.