Bullet That Can Kill The Past Novels & Stories

"The tanks are idling, Elara. I can hear the crews talking over their open comms. They are questioning their orders. Thorne is screaming at them to fire the illumination rounds, but nobody is pressing the button. You didn't just jam their electronics. You jammed their will to kill." ​"I didn't jam anything," I corrected him, my voice barely a thread of sound. I looked at Liam and Leo, who were sitting on the edge of the fountain, their faces pale but their silver eyes glowing with a calm and steady light. "I just reminded them that they are part of the same soil we are. It is hard to shoot a reflection of your own soul. The Guest showed them the connection, Killian. It showed them that every

“You missed me.” I fired, the bullet grazing his arm. He dove behind the couch, returning fire, bullets pinging off the marble. Alexander tackled him, fists slamming, blood spraying. Mamá’s pistol cracked, shattering a lamp to blind him. Marco’s taser sparked, hitting Victor’s leg, he convulsed, but laughed. “You can’t kill what’s already dead,” he hissed, a new drive in his hand, glowing red. “This one’s live. One press, and the world burns again.”

Elsa said in tears. "The poison reverses anything supernatural that can cure the system, that's what killed my parent, it wasn't the bullet but the content in it, made specially for us, the smell proves this happened yesterday and it John survived through the night that means." Maggie said and paused. " Whoever shot him, wanted us to find him alive." Elsa said. " He keeps whispering 'Sambora Canto'." Sarah said. " The new content in the bullet must have prolonged the death time so be could probably pass a message." Maggie said.

Elika screamed dropping to the ground beside her brother, his eyes rolling back into his head as blood oozed from the gaping hole in his chest. “No!” she cried out, placing her hands over the wound as the dark lord laughed once more; eagerly walking towards them. Her brother gasped for air, struggling to breathe as the wound worsened, the princesses heart swelling with fear, she knew that her uncles gun was laced with a special liquid, a substance that Hades created to kill other immortals. Darkous' hands were laced with it the night he killed Chronos, and now it was on the bullet imbedded in Timmy's chest. Tears slipped from her eyes, falling onto her brothers face as she prayed for him to

He's gone? The door to the closet suddenly banged and fell, and there I saw the man who I despised the most to. Holding a gun, he pulled the trigger and I felt my eyes widen as my heart began to beat slower. This was what I was anticipating right? To die? To get out of this hell? Then why am I having such regrets? I closed my eyes and waited for the bullet to pierce through me. "Inka" No. Don't. He's playing with you. Close your eyes.

Their plan failed and backfired. She slowly rose to her feet, throwing her head back and letting out a puffy steamy breath from her mouth. The droplets of blood solidified and dropped like millions of bullets raining from the sky, killing lives underneath it. The bullets went straight for their hearts, brains, and vital organs and didn't drop until every last living being on open ground was dead. The only thing it couldn't kill was the man running towards his mate.

It was a fracture running straight through the heart of everything Luca had ever believed in. And we were going to burn it all down before it swallowed us whole.

Our eyes lock, and I say, “You’ll never destroy another life. I’m taking Mama to the US, where I’ll give her the life you never gave her. She’ll never be beaten again. She’ll be happy.” My father just glares at me, pure hatred in his eyes. “And I will erase the memory of you. You will leave no legacy behind.” He lifts his chin, sucking in a deep breath of air. When it’s clear he won’t say anything, I shake my head and fire three shots. The bullets hit, and I watched as he fell to the ground. I aim at his head, then whisper, “This is for Vincent.” I plant a bullet in his head, then stare at his dead body.

It was too fast. The bullet screamed toward my heart. I had a split-second to watch death approach. I had no time to dodge. The bullet was a special high-explosive mercury bullet. Once it entered the body, it would instantly detonate, releasing enough liquid silver to kill ten elephants. My pupils contracted. I could only watch as death rushed toward me. Then, a black blur. A shadow lunged from behind, tackling me from my horse. A heartbeat later, a body slammed into the space where I’d just been. No, not a body. Killian. He’d thrown himself in front of the bullet meant for me.

“And don’t worry. I’ll send your little lover right after you.” Bella’s breath caught in her throat. “I’ll make sure it’s fast and painless,” Bullet continued, his smile widening. “Since you were so willing to sacrifice yourself for her.” Vincent didn’t speak. He didn’t threaten, didn’t snarl, didn’t waste his breath. Because at that moment, all he could think about was how he was going to kill Bullet slowly, painfully, piece by fucking piece. Because if there was one thing Bullet was right about, it was that Vincent had a weakness.