Bullet That Can Kill The Past Novels & Stories

Then I thought: this is stupid, and I am not in the mood to bleed for a thesis on male panic. He fired anyway. I had two seconds to think of life and death. Not much for a slow thinker. The sound did terrible things to the air. The first thing a bullet kills is the conversation. I felt the recoil before the impact—the room jerked, the table flinched, the elders remembered prayers they’d retired. There was no time to move, and there was all the time in the world. It’s a neat trick, one I don’t recommend. Something slammed into me that wasn’t metal. It was heat and weight and a grunt that tasted like a lot of pain.

Bullet was smiling at me as if he could really envision that day of him that will surely become the first that will play on his mind when he dies. I nodded my head at him as I continued to listen to him. The food on my plate is now finished. And I know that by now, I should be storming inside my room. But I don’t know, there is something on Bullet that is so hard to go against. That kind of thing that I know, I can’t defeat because he seemed to have this magical magnet on him that will either let you just gravitate towards his inevitable force or will just go to devour you up until you accept your own defeat. “Well, based on what you have told me, at least you have your father’s luck. I hear

He raised the photo, kissed it gently, then set it back down. With a stiff motion, he opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a single silver bullet. It gleamed faintly in the crescent moon light streaming through the window. He rolled it between his fingers, smiling darkly. “This bullet,” he whispered, “will kill not one, but three birds.” He set it down on the desk with a soft clink, then leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting. “I’ll make them destroy each other. Both brothers. And you…” he chuckled to himself, eyes narrowing as he imagined her face, “you little weak omega… you’ll be the spark that lights the fire and burns them both to ashes.”

Roman’s voice fractured, words breaking apart like bones snapping. “You—can’t—erase—” “Watch me,” I hissed. The room went dark. ⸻ Silence. Even the hum of the machinery died. Zach’s arm came around me instinctively, grounding me as smoke drifted from the console. Gia coughed, fanning the air. Then a faint glow flickered on the central display. One line of text appeared — small, sharp, and deliberate. You burned the past. But the blood remembers. The screen went black again.

Romulus shouts as he again tries to beg for his life but a large caliber bullet to his torso shuts him up. Bang! The first bullet seems like it could weaken Romulus by a lot. Bang! The second bullet, Romulus, was on the verge of death. Bang! The third bullet sent Romulus to hell as the regeneration power within his body was completely stopped by the special liquid within the bullet core at the second bullet. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Then all of the bullets got salvo into Remulus’s remaining carcass by Aurelia until she emptied all of the 16 bullets within the pistol chamber.

The gun that has now left, and that bullet can't survive anymore; slowly it is poisoning me, pushing me closer to a death that right now I crave. I can't remove the bullet; I wish I could. I know removing that bullet will hurt far more than holding onto it in the hope the gun comes back, because surely if I am the gun to his bullet, he is just as bad as me. Surely he is broken, crying watching his heart slowly die in his hand? I look up at the picture of us on our wedding day. He said I was the gun to his bullet and if he lost me, he was a dead man, was that just a lie?

That past, those stories came like thorns that hurt everything in their path. “Sweetheart, I beg you so much to pull yourself together. You’re a grown woman, strong and fearless. Lift your head up and let’s focus on the important things and our future. The past is theirs, but the future is ours and we have to live it the way we want to,” Mike told me with determination. “Their past is like a dark shadow for us, meant to destroy our wonderful future that you dream of. Kevin hates us and won’t rest until he destroys us,” I said through sobs.

No one and nothing can turn back time even though it exists because the lives that were lost that very night cannot and will not be revived once again even if we wished for it. I bit my lip and held the handle tightly and impatiently pulled the trigger multiple times in a row until the target board was shredded to pieces from its ruined centre point. It hurts so bad. It hurts so bad that it aches my heart. It's like yesterday that I am still happily bonding with them and then the next day, they are gone. What a cruel fate we have. "You are still as outstanding as the first day you held the gun, Prez!" He looks like a little child while being amused and continuously clapping his hands.

He had never seen that symbol before. It wasn’t the marking of any pack close to Red Moon Pack, and he knew the territories surrounding them well. Whoever had used this bullet didn’t belong to any of the packs he knew. A cold feeling settled in his stomach. Whoever this bullet belonged to had killed Beta Kael. And whoever had killed Kael had taken Damien. Aiden closed his fingers tightly around the bullet before slipping it into his pocket.

I roar into the mic at the absolute top of my lungs, the sound blasting through the speaker directly above my father’s head. ​Dad spins on his heel, swinging his weapon around just as Adrian is raising his weapon, but my father is faster. ​He aims instantly, his line of sight crystal clear. He has a clean kill shot right through Adrian’s chest. ​But for a fraction of a second, Dad hesitates. The decades of history, the shared blood of their early years, and his promise to Eli, freezes his finger for a single beat, and instead of putting a bullet through Adrian’s heart, Dad shifts his grip an inch to the right and fires.