Bullet That Can Kill The Past Novels & Stories

Bullet. For years Sacha had wanted to stop that bastard from breathing ever again, but his uncle was so imposing the man stood like a wall made of solid steel. impenetrable... Unkillable... The man proved these beliefs to be false. With the simple squeeze of the trigger, just a tiny bit of pressure, and all lights were extinguished from his uncle's eyes forever. The man didn't just take his uncle's life, he took everything he was owed, and everything he wanted. It was in this moment Sacha drew the multiple realizations that shaped him into the man he was to this day.

"That's all that matters." I looked at the battlefield. Bodies everywhere. Thousands dead. Millions. I felt the weight of the death. The destruction. The loss. "I killed them," I whispered. "I killed so many." "Scarlett—" "I killed them." Adrian pulled me into an embrace. "Scarlett, you did what you had to do." "Did I?" "Yes." I pulled away. I looked at the battlefield. The Apex was gone. But it would return. It would always return.

“The first thing you chose after losing your memories was to protect her.” Lucien suddenly collapsed. “Lucien!” Seraphina caught him. His breathing had become shallow. Victor rushed forward. “The bullet is moving.” Seraphina looked at his chest. A dark line spread beneath his skin. Evelyn’s expression changed. “It’s not a normal bullet.” “What is it?” “A memory bullet.” Victor stared. “What?” “It doesn’t kill the body first.” Evelyn looked at Lucien. “It kills the memories.” Seraphina’s blood ran cold.

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.

Victor truly couldn't understand how this kind of people think, nor did he want to understand. If a person can't be reasoned with words, then the problem can be settled with fists. This is an eternal truth. No matter how much humanity evolves, it will always remain true. "You seem to be tired of living," Victor said before firing his Rifle Funnel. The bullet hit the Yashan researcher's stomach. He was torn in half by that one shot. What was a regular bullet for Victor's mech was a large-calibre armor-piercing round for an ordinary human.

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.