Bullet That Can Kill The Past Novels & Stories

Letting one fly, it lands in the shoulder muscle making Killian release a low moan of pain. I guess screaming a lot and cursing out loud will do that to a person. The other one lands on his thigh. Man will do everything possible to a woman when he deems her weak but when the woman overpowers him, he pleads mercy hoping to walk away with little to no injury. Loading a bullet in to the gun, I aim between his eyes and fire. The bullet sinks into his skull and half my revenge is complete. The bullet was engraved with the date I died on in my past life. I figured it was a decent way to finish half my revenge.

But it turns out that behind his good and wise attitude, there is a very cruel devil's heart! "And they were massacring the vampire nation at that time, using a gun whose bullets were made of a special metal that could immobilize vampires. And the gun that the girl was holding, was the same as the gun that killed the vampires twenty years ago!" explained Randy connected. He looked at Natalie's body which was still holding the gun in question. "S-so, Kevin?!" As if understanding what I meant, I saw Randy nod. My heart is pumping again very fast. I could only stand still and sob, accepting the fact that there was nothing I could do anymore.

“Walk away now.” “So you're going to leave your brother, huh?” The one on the ground yells in agony, and then it settles in. It's not just an ordinary gun. It's filled with bullets made with wolfsbane, it's why he isn't healing. Perfect. He's going to die in twenty four hours, enough time for me to bring down hell.

The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked gasps, horrified whispers, and stunned silence. Alpha Asher's eyes widened in horror, his face pale. "How on earth did someone deep in the werewolf realm come to be shot with a silver bullet?" he asked, his voice trembling. Alpha Cochram's brow furrowed in confusion. "And how could Ryker die from a bullet wound? He should have healed naturally, shouldn't he?" Thane's expression was somber, but determined. "The silver bullet isn't like ordinary bullets, Cochram. From what I have witnessed, one single silver bullet is capable of bringing about the death of a werewolf, either instantly or eventually."

Qianna said dispiritedly. She didn't care for things apart from love. "The bullet is an MX120. That bullet belongs to our family," Thomson said angrily. "It's definitely not Joseph. If it was him, using the bullet from the Mccarthy family to kill the President of A Country would not only be stupid, but foolish," Giselle said.

Just faith. Just this one last shot. "Bestow my bullet your divine grace," I whispered. My voice cracked, barely audible over my shallow breath. "Hereby I slay the shadow away—dear Moon, shine over me. Heavens… guide me." “What—?” Boom. I pulled the trigger. The bullet—glowing faintly with moonlight—cut through the air, and through him. A scream—unearthly, shrill—ripped through the space around me. Light tore him apart. I didn’t know if he died, if he would return, or if I’d only wounded his soul.

He kept moving, step by careful step. “If you kill me, someone else will just take my place,” Dante continued, his tone sardonic. “The cycle never ends.” Adrian remained focused, listening closely and calculating his next move. Then he replied, his voice firm. “You’re right.” Silence enveloped the space. Then, Adrian pulled the trigger. The bullet struck the pillar just inches from Dante’s head. He hissed in pain as shards of metal sliced his cheek. With determination, Adrian stepped forward, locking his gaze on Dante’s now-visible form. “That’s why I’m going to destroy the entire cycle.”

I kneeled beside her and took a look at her face in obvious pain. "The right is for the person you pointed at, and the other is for the one who pointed it, whenever other people instead of its owner pull the trigger, the bullet will pierce out from the back of the gun. Interesting is it not?" I devilishly smiled her and pointed my gun so close to her head. Such incredible things you can do with technology. If she had held this gun right, she won't be alive right now. "As far as I can remember, this is how you killed those people, is it not?" I grinned. A killer being killed by a non-killer, nice.

It took him a minute before he nodded his accent without making eye contact. “You’re right. We can’t change the past, no matter how much we may want to at times. But hating yourself? It’s going to cause more damage than good, kiddo. It will bleed and fester like an unhealing wound, and eventually, it will consume you. Thus, devouring or infecting your partner alongside you,” His sire pointed out sagely. “I understand what you’re saying…. But it’s not like I can just turn it off. So, what the fuck am I supposed to do about it?” The young vampire replied with a defeated sigh.

Bryce asked, however, a frown appeared on Zarius' face. "That is no ordinary silver bullet." Zarius said, suddenly and the others turned to look at him. "Oh, what do you think?" Nate asked, moving closer to the Beta with curious eyes. "During the war against the hunters, we extracted different kinds of silver bullets and studied every single one of them. That bullet has the ability to kill once it enters the skin." Zarius explained, with a frown on his face. The study was silent for a moment and Roman asked, "Then how do you think Ariel got the bullet and the gun?"