Bullet That Can Kill The Past の小説・ストーリー

The beautiful days when you never thought about betrayal, murder— or politics. I can’t let a group of selfish people take their lives. I couldn’t imagine all the women and men, old or young, whom I saw before my eyes during that moment on the ground, inert. I tried to chase the image of the tragedy of my thoughts, but it was stronger than me. What if we don’t succeed to save them? What if their agents are better than us? “Will to the Bullet Team.” William’s voice sounded in our earbuds, interrupting our fearful thoughts. I loved how he called us the Bullet Team, he said he believed nothing can ever destroy us, even death.

"Yes. They are much more powerful. We also have different kinds of bullets that do more damage once they are inside our bodies. A gun made to kill a supernatural will kill him even if the bullet didn't penetrate a vital organ as long as it stays in his body for a while. The time depends on where he has been shot. It can range from one minute to one day." "I want one." "A gun?" I asked. Why did she want a gun? Did she not feel safe around me? That didn't make sense. If she didn't, she wouldn't be standing here with me. Did she think she had no choice but to talk to me? That I'd force her to be around me and talk to me when she'd want to do otherwise? I didn't want her to feel that way. "I'm n

he smirked. I step back. He had this murderous look on his face while pulling a gun on his cabinet table. "B-Bullet? No. No! Come back to your senses! Think of the consequences! You'll get in prison if you kill the person! Come on, please…" I begged. He look to me while a grin slowly plastering on his face. He then step closer to me and stretched his arms that holding the gun. " I'm not killing someone, baby. You will. My queen deserves all the right to kill the insect. Come on, get it and we'll make sure to kill it." the creepy on his lips makes me tremble. This is Bullet. I know that I love him, so much to be exact and I accept whoever he is and what he is capable of but I'm still adjustin

The deafening sound of the trigger being pulled resonates through the air, followed by a sharp, searing pain in my chest. My heart races, fear coursing through my veins, as I realise that the bullet narrowly missed its mark. The shock of the moment starts to fade, replaced by a chilling realisation: the bullet is silver. Panic sets in as I comprehend that my supernatural healing abilities won’t save me this time. The urgent need to remove the silver bullet pulses through my body, a desperate race against time to cheat death.

And now, all of that was gone, shattered by a single bullet. He wanted to find the man that have sold a silver bullet to the rubber that had killed Kara. He plan to make him pay. He wanted to scream and shout and lash out at the world for being so cruel.

I stare at him cold straight. “Fuck you, Enrique.” It has been long since I’ve seen Dante; he looks weak now, almost pathetic. He doesn’t even look like someone who can throw a punch. “You can’t kill me. I promise you.” He laughs like a maniac. Damn it. “I have been working with Elva, and guess what we have been working on? A single bullet that can end a primordial wolf.” Working with my sister-in-law these past few days has come in handy, turns out she’s really good with stuff like that.

As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only watch as it all disappeared. And then, as if erasing me wasn't enough, he discarded his phone, got down on one knee before Brooke, and pulled out a ring. "Brooke Fuller, the past is nothing but dust in the wind. Right now, I only want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Dust in the wind? I let out a bitter smile. I could tell it didn't hurt anymore.

Marcus signaled again. So I couldn't move right away and I looked at the bullets, and I just sighed and just put the bullets in the magazine and put it down. After all, nothing will hit us, we are not gods to know what the heck is the arrangement of these freaking bullets. If they had told me in the beginning, I wouldn't have arranged it. "Wow, that's fast are you sure that's the right bullet arrangement?" Scarlet commented. "Arranged or not they still do the same thing. They can still kill." I replied to this and stopped myself from shooting this bastard.

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?

I picture the dirt underneath the grass, and the rocks underneath the trees. I feel the fire recede, its oppressive heat disappearing. I open my eyes, and the fire is completely gone. But how did I do that? There’s no time to wonder. The Hunter who hurt Alec turns to me and raises his sword. His eyes are cold and cruel. I raise my hand, and my dad’s bracelet glows white hot against my wrist. Ripping the bracelet off, I throw it, and, almost as if it were sentient and with a mission, it wraps around the Hunter’s hand. He yanks at it and curses, but it holds.