Bullet That Can Kill The Past Novels & Stories

“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.

“The only thing I never got though was how you never remembered yer real family; yer ma and pa.” “I had a silver bullet lodged in my brain.” The whole room froze when I said that, Axel having a biscuit fall from his mouth and hit the plate with a clatter. I turned to the Queen and elaborated. “Lucy and her cousins had brought me to a clinic when I collapsed randomly. Turns out the bullet was there since the day my family was assassinated.” “…Silver Bullet..” the King said it like it was unbelievable I was even sitting with them talking right now, and I guess for anyone other than a Lycan, that might have been true.

Such a nice and bright young man with endless future prospects disappeared from this world just because he had awakened a power that could stand in the way of someone’s ambition. “It’s more than that,” Fynn continued scrolling, “They were afraid that after we realized what their bullets were made out of, we’d start producing soothing bullets to counter them. And no matter how limited our production of soothing bullets might be, it would certainly be several orders of magnitude larger than their production of black bullets.”

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

I punish only people who deserve it, no more drawn out suffering, and no more collateral. Instead of loading the revolver with regular slugs, I dip back into my case of cross-carved consecrated bullets. It’s kind of like a blessing for this poor guy I know nothing about, to send off his soul with a touch of holiness that can maybe serve the same as giving him proper last rites. It’s also a bit of insurance, just in case I run into Christian again. I’m not going to be caught off guard this time. I won’t be powerless, and I won’t be drunk the next time I go down to that hotel…

Phantom will die—and it’s my fault. Gunfire erupts. Bullets pepper the air. Canum collapses, gasping. “Copper bullets were always your favorite, Dad. Thought I’d use them—to please you,” Edison says coldly. “You sniveling bastard. I should’ve killed you the moment your useless mother birthed you.” Edison fires again, copper rounds tearing into Canum’s chest. “Sorry, Pops. Didn’t catch that. Want to repeat it?” He cups his ear mockingly.

Smith yelled in a panic, "No, Mackley! Don't shoot!" Bang! Mackley opened fire and the bullet flew at Wilbur. The spinning bullet was restrained by a powerful force when it was within ten meters of Wilbur. It slowed down and eventually stopped when it was just a meter away. Then, the bullet was sent back with a powerful airflow. It spun quickly and flew toward Mackley. Splotch! The bullet made a hole in Mackley's forehead. Mackley widened his eyes in disbelief before he died. His body dropped lifelessly to the ground. Wilbur turned to look at Smith and said coldly, "It's your turn now. How do you want to die?"

"All that bloodline formed this child. Now imagine what kind of power this child could wield. His life force, his power, his very essence will fuel the ritual. Open the doorway. Send us back." The horror of it settled over the room like a twist in their stomach. "You want to kill my son," Killian said, his voice empty. "I want to use him," Belarie corrected. "Though the result is the same, I suppose." "And what happens if you go back to 1529?" Onika said slowly, her weapon still trained on Belarie, "that means—" "Everything that came after ceases to exist," Candice finished, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Everyone born after that moment. Every event. Every life. All of it—gone."

“It’ll take me a few days, and I’m not sure I have all of the equipment I’ll need. I might have to go to Moscow.” Jo sucked in a deep breath. She definitely wanted Emma to do whatever was necessary to make sure they identified what was in the bullet, but it all made sense to her now. “Okay. Do what you need to do,” she said to Emma. Cassidy handed her the bullet, and Jo turned around, her hands on her hips. It made perfect sense now. Why hadn’t it occurred to any of them before? Especially the ones who had been alive when the revelation that titanium bullets allowed a Hunter to kill another Hunter had been discovered?

So sick man! "Tell me more about her, "I commanded. She is as ruthless as you are and not a soul would dare to cross you guys. She would put a bullet without thinking twice if her men ever dare be disloyal to her She is so like you and a perfect match to neutralize you. When I glanced at my men around, they nodded as if they are well aware of what my future wife is like. They fucking didn't even make eye contact which makes this news even more real.