Novel & Cerita Bullet That Can Kill The Past

He concluded. "Killed? How?" I asked, shocked to hear this, as it had never happened at Alpha training before "He was shot with bullets that you created," Luke responded. I knew what bullets Luke spoke of, the silver nitrate bullets Hector and I created years ago. We had a few buyers, but none of them werewolves. All of them were humans, or so we thought. I turned to Katia and asked. "Do you have a list of all the buyers?" Katia nodded, "Of course."

The kill shot hurtled towards his head, and Asmodeus closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable. But then, a miracle. The bullets froze in mid-air, suspended like deadly icicles. Madeus, sensing Asmodeus's pain through their shared connection, had stopped the fight with Lutan and rushed to his brother's side. With a swift motion, he sent the floating bullets clattering to the ground and pulled the headshot bullet out of Asmodeus's skull.

I knew the physics of a hollow-point bullet, and I knew the coldness of the man who fired it. The city outside was a shimmering, indifferent grid. Somewhere down there, in the plush carpets of The Drake, a bloodline had been severed. A cousin, a lieutenant, a childhood playmate—erased by a line of code I had provided. The "Robin Hood Paradox" had finally collapsed under its own weight. I had stolen to save lives, but tonight, I had stolen the last breath of a man to save an empire. Is this the optimization you wanted? the voice in my head asked. To become the processor for a killing machine?

Stefan went back in for me. The fourth time, assassins found us again. He stepped in front of the bullet meant for me and died in my arms. He had been good to me, just not out of love. I knew all of that. I had lived it once already. Going to the church and making a wish would not give us a future that was never meant to exist. Even so, I could not stop the warmth that spread through me anyway. "Okay," I said.

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.

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.”

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.