Novel & Cerita Bullet That Can Kill The Past

“We end it. No trials. No exposure. No excuses. Just fire.” Colton studied her for a long moment, his breath fogging slightly in the chill of the room. “You’ve changed.” “I’ve grown up,” she replied. “Death does that.” They both turned to the monitor on the wall—live feeds from inside Echo. Lab rooms. Corridors. Cells. And somewhere inside, the ghost of a girl who should never have been brought back. He walked over, lowering his voice like a vow. “We kill the past, Savannah. Not just Echo. Everything they tried to make of us.”

A single bullet… center of her skull. He doesn’t hesitate. Power doesn’t forgive failure. It erases it. Clean and final.

But there’s no way he can outrun a bullet. If she shoots me, he won’t be able to do anything to stop it. And if he steps in front of me, that’ll make me even more of a target. I may not be able to hear Caius’ thoughts, but I’ve been with him long enough to start to understand his line of thinking. “Don’t test me,” she growls. “These bullets will kill the humans on impact. But they’re made of something potent enough to kill you, too.”

“.50 caliber bullet which is only used on anti-material rifles or .50 caliber machine guns. I’d opted out the second.” He reached for the bullet but she stopped him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. It’s made of silver and wolfsbane. A single touch could send you into a tremendous amount of pain before your muscles paralyzed. And you would slowly die, of course.” “And yet it didn’t harm you.” Mira smiled. “You seriously need to update the file you wrote about me.” She walked to the exit but stopped briefly. “And Dalton, stop going after my acquaintances. You’ll find the shooter on top of the building across your office.”

This also meant there could be supernatural beings out there who knew of these bullets… a threat to all… Fuck! My mind was reeling as I remembered the whispers and rumours of strange deaths. Stuff that sounded pretty normal that I didn’t even fucking bother too much, not knowing that maybe, just fucking maybe they were caused by my own creation… The young boy we had found with Azura… was probably an innocent victim too…

"I dulled myself. I hit myself daily against a stone, hoping I'm never used again. Your Grace, right now, I speak for knives all over the world. We did nothing to offend you. Without us, man would still have guns and bombs. Those are more effective now at killing people. Ask any bullet you see. We are just blunt edges made sharp for domestic use, but we cause harm when used for evil." Rose didn't need to search the room. She found the gold, fifty calibre bullet in its shell sitting on the table closest to hers. "You've been called out. What do you have to say for yourself?" "I agree I was made with the intention to kill, Your Grace," the bullet said with a sultry voice. "It's been so right f

He swallowed hard. Looked at her. Then at Elias. Then at Marcus. His voice cracked: “I never wanted this.” Marcus grinned. “Nobody does.” Alexander lifted the gun. Marcus spread his arms wider. A single bullet would end the Circle. A single shot would fulfill Lena’s choice. A single moment would change their world forever. Lena held her breath. Elias closed his eyes. Alexander pulled the trigger— CLICK. The gun jammed. Marcus’s eyes widened. Elias’s eyes snapped open.

As he zoomed past Anya, she heard it for the first time; “God help me, I will tear him limb to limb.” It was Vincent's thought. Shocked, she stood still to see if anyone else noticed. No one did. Better still, every wolf was trying to run away from the melting bullet. That’s what the hunters' ammunition was called. It is a type of bullet that goes by its name. It goes in and melt you inside out within minutes. There is no cure for it. And that is the same bullet that may hit Vincent if he doesn't turn back. “Will you stop?” Yelled Anya in her thought.

"Stay with me a little longer, Thereasa. There is enough Amort on these bullets to eat Pietro alive in a matter of minutes. It will be such fun to witness." The gun cocked, and time seemed to stand still. There was no question in her mind, no second-guessing of what she must do. It felt as if she had waited for this moment to come, so that she might buy him some extra time and she might find some peace in the afterlife. "Forgive me," Thereasa whispered, throwing her body forward as the bullet fired.

he announced proudly. I raised my eyebrows at him. "Eco-military project?" "Yes!" he exclaimed happily. "We are creating green bullets—the bullets that can decompose within three weeks after shooting, causing no harm to the environment!" I tilted my head to the side, wondering if he was joking. "So, you are looking for a way for people to shoot themselves without leaving metal scales and used bullets?" "Yes. If they want to shoot themselves, then go ahead. Just don't litter the Earth anymore," he claimed, sounding absolutely confident about his idea.