Novel & Cerita Bullet Souls

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.

​They were glowing. ​The black veins on their wrists were pulsing with a brilliant, golden light that pushed back the green shadows. Sula was standing in the center of the crowd, her spear held high, the solar glass tip burning like a miniature sun. The emerald glass crawled toward her feet and then shattered, unable to cross the circle of the nomads’ natural heat.

‘Would I ever find happiness? *** As Lucas and Aurora's car vanished into the night, an extraordinary change occurred at the site where Bianca had fallen. Left alone in the forest, her body began to tremble and warp. Underneath her skin, muscles shifted and bulged, expelling the bullets that had penetrated her flesh. Each bullet was pushed out by the incredible regenerative power of her muscles tissue. Her eyelids flickered open, revealing eyes burning with both pain and fury.

His entire body was coiled like a spring, desperate to break free. Bullet stepped back, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Look at you,” he growled, eyes gleaming with malice. “Dying over a woman. How utterly pathetic. And to think I once considered you a challenge.” With a smirk, he finally released Bella. Vincent exhaled sharply, his body thrumming with anger, relief, and frustration all at once. “I’ll make your death a memorable one,” Bullet said, his voice casual, almost lazy. “And don’t worry. I’ll send your little lover right after you.”

The room stills when I walk in. Except him. Bones keeps going, oblivious, thrusting like it's his last ride. The girl's moaning, screaming his name. I draw my gun. When Bones roars with release, the first bullet rips through the back of his skull. The second tears through his neck. The third sprays what's left of his brains against the wall behind the bar in a thick, wet arc. His body collapses onto the whore. She screams, scrambling back like she thinks she can outrun the blood.

Emily’s thoughts raced back to the note: “Take a gun with you, you’ll need it.” Quietly closing the distance, Emily observed Evee struggling to heal herself, vulnerable and weakened. Whispering, “I understand, Hound,” she steadied her aim and fired. The shot pierced the darkness, its roar reverberating through the chaos. The bullet struck true, shattering Joana’s skull—the only part of her still human. Her body collapsed with a resounding thud, lifeless on the pavement.

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

Many young girls came to the cafe just to meet and play with that baby. Well no doubt he was cute. “So, what did you find out from the men in the basement?” Yohan asked, “You gave the blonde one some first aid, I wonder why?” I stared at the USB on the table between us that Yohan had brought with him, “According to that blonde we all-” I pointed towards myself and then at Yohan, “-Especially dad were all underground dealers.” “I see, what about the other one?” “He didn’t open his mouth but the blonde one already confessed that he didn’t shoot Maya, he was there for you and only had silver bullets.” I looked at Yohan grimly, “He’s from a pack that has weak defenses.”

"Regardless of the type of gun used, there is always one fact that remains true. Bullets hurt. And when they enter your body, they damage you. "But the loss of blood that comes after is much more dangerous compared to the bullets. Bullets only hurt when they move through you. Once they stop, only pain lingers. There's not a lot of damage from a stationary bullet in the body "The loss of blood makes it so that the body cannot function at its peak, not to mention how your body will feel heavier and heavier. Take note not to get hit."

I slip my hoodie off and sit in just my black vest . “Lyra , look at the wound” I look down to notice the black angry looking veins surrounding the oozing hole . “Shit , is that normal?” Atlas says as he looks over Kammi’s shoulder at my wound . “No, this has some kind of poison in the bullet,” Kammi says, his Greek accent thick as he concentrates on the job at hand . I suck in a hiss as he digs deeper , I look away as a burning hot pain shoots down my left arm .