Bullet Souls Novels & Stories

“I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.” “NO! You’re dead!” Victor yelled in complete and utter disbelief, after all as a man of science and facts, such an event would be absolutely ridiculous, unless… it was nothing more than a dreadful hallucination. Unfortunately, he had no such luck. “Yes… I am dead… and now… your fate is sealed… the vials were all switched… everyone except you will live to see… tomorrow.”

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

But tonight, none of that mattered. As I went closer to the bar, my fears kept pulling me back, but no! I grabbed the bottle. "Johnny Walker," the label read. With a twisted grin, I uncapped it and placed it against my lips. I didn’t sip. I gulped. I kept drinking until a sharp pain tore through my chest. I gasped, pressing a hand against my ribs. But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool.

Johnny pointed out. “True but I’m not convinced Chloe was just out for a walk when she found you.” Lucas continued. “Bobby insists they and two guards were monitoring that floor and there is no footage of Chloe leaving her room. Then this morning, her wolf spirit managed to take over the human form and communicate with me. Also, she had blue and gold eyes. Who else do we know with blue and gold eyes?” “Atlas and Amos.” Johnny frowned and carefully pushed himself up into a more upright position. Now he was interested. “So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?”

I wanted to drive- needed to drive to get my mind off the hooks and clear all this fuss. It is one of my 4 S's. Soccer, speed driving, sword fighting and sex. Well, Sex is something that I haven't done yet and eagerly rooting for it. These help me sort things easily through the thicks of tension. "Sure sir," he said calling someone. He is stoic and hard to break since he had a tough past. He only speaks when he's been asked to and is distant from others. He is pretty much like an old soul rotting in a sick room.

Jeremy pov: The smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air, making it difficult to breathe. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The charred body lay on the metal table, unrecognizable and haunting. Steve's mother collapsed to the ground, her sobs echoing through the room. David finally found his voice, his words coming out in a shaky whisper. "This can't be Steve. It just can't be." But deep down, he knew it was true. The reality of their son's death hit them all like a ton of bricks.

She kicked and punched but it didn’t seem to do much harm to the wolf who was hell bound on killing her. Leah began to call on her elements but before she knew it the wolf had sunk his fangs into her, biting her in the neck. She screamed in pain and the wolf only smirked, knowing that his mark had hit home. Leah used Air and flung him off of her, but it was too late. She’d already been bitten and could already feel the poison coursing through her veins. Seth and Caleb had dealt with the other five wolves and came to her rescue, but they were too late. They could see that she’d been bitten and feared for her life.

He says not eating lunch and barely eating dinner isn’t the healthiest way to cope. He tried to talk to me about it, but i couldn’t. All I could think about was Ford’s teeth in my neck. It’s been dragging me down a lot lately. I don’t know what to do, because everything is coming on too strong. I’m drowning, alone. “Baby?” Axton murmurs, his hand squeezing my thigh. I pull myself out of my head, and force a small smile. “Hm?” my eyes roam his face. His eyes are a deep blue today, and his pupils are blown. They have gold tints to them, which is another sign his wolf is on the surface.

She holds up a small black USB drive and I look at her. “Yes, that is what I am here for. That belongs to me. So hand it over and you will live. Refuse then, you will die.” I say when she stands and walks towards me. “You and I both know you will kill us either way. So why not make it more believable?” She says when a gun goes off and I shove Lykos out of the way when I smell silver and wolfsbane. I bang the trident on the ground and the wall to the left explodes and Jörmungandr slithers in, shifting as he does. He punches the soldier, knocking him out cold, and I tackle Maria to the ground, holding her by her throat.

' He mouthed just as a loud bang sounded from behind. Cursing Summer jumped forward causing herself and Michael to fall to the ground just as a bullet came flying towards them. She had managed to get Michael out of the way when she felt the wind of the bullet as it zipped past her grazing her arm in the process. Sharp pain shot up from where it had skimmed as Summer herself finally hit the ground. Sitting up she looked to the wound that was now bleeding lightly before turning her attention to Gregory who looked full of triumph. Laughing he pulled a gun from inside his jacket and pointed it from Summer to Michael, seeming to have trouble deciding who he wanted to take care of first.