Novel & Cerita Bullet That Can Kill The Past

"I will rebuild. I will adapt. I will find a way to replicate what you are." "You can try. But you'll fail. Because what I am can't be replicated in a lab. It has to be chosen. Earned. Loved into existence." I walk toward him. He pulls a gun. Aims it at my chest. "One more step and I shoot." "Go ahead." He fires. The bullet stops mid-air. Suspended in golden light. Harmless. I pluck it from the air. Let it drop. "You can't kill what you created, Kessler. You can only watch it become more than you ever imagined."

Edgar says, his throat clicking loudly as he tries to swallow. Chuckling, I open the box and examine the bullets. They look like normal silver bullets, but when I take one out and turn it around, I can see the runes carved into the metal jacket. “Magic?” Zael asks. I nod and put the bullet back in the box before it can burn through my skin. “Who has the honour of killing this one?” I ask. “Well,” Zael says and pushes his foot harder into the Prime Minister’s chest. “I haven’t eaten yet tonight.”

My father had ordered one of his men as they handed over the deadly machination to him and swiftly, he pointed it at me. That bullet had the ability to kill anyone, be it werewolf or Lycans. It was one of the most formidable war tools that had been banned for ages but my father had re-inforced every single one of them for no one else, other than me. "I'll take the glory in killing you dear son, you are an unwanted weed that needs to uprooted" He declared, and at the same time pulling the trigger. I stood there not making a move awaiting the bullet to smear through but a frail fragile body landed on mine.

"To delete the story, you have to kill the girl who started it. You have to kill yourself." He handed me a silver knife. Outside the hospital window, I saw the real Bryan and Elle through a glitch in the code. They were being surrounded by soldiers in the tunnel. The Publisher was attacking the Resistance in the real world while he trapped me in the past. "Choose, Hazel," the Publisher hissed. "Kill the memory, or watch your family die for real." I looked at the younger version of me. She looked so small and broken. I raised the knife, but my hand was shaking.

"Another invention of mine— Neuro-sedative bullets. They help sedate the person you shoot. Though it leaves a small wound, it's not lethal." "A priceless invention indeed, doctor. For a second I really thought you took the life of the man I committed so many crimes for." Lila said. Kyle listened to them but his eyes were only for Jasmine. Her chest was rising and falling. Jasmine was holding back tears and that caused her eyes to turn a deep shade of red. A quiet understanding passed between them before Kyle turned to Lila. "Let her go, Lila." He said. Lila stopped talking to the doctor and dipped her eyes to Kyle, "I intend to make her watch you lose your memories, love. This will be her pu

His smirk widening, Ekral paused for a breath before delivering his answer, “It will never miss. That bullet is only ever destined to hit Chiri Krane.” Feeling his heart drop into his stomach upon hearing this statement, Allen collected his possessions. His partner usually able to parry his attacks without much effort. It was apparent to Allen now that this would be impossible, if he ever chose to use the bullet. Knowing that the artifact would ensure her immediate demise, Allen was more certain in his resolve to never use it as he left the shop.

He’s shot several times, and although I know that the bullets have done their damage, if they contain any poison, it’ll be better to get them out and maybe I’ll figure out exactly what the bullets consist of. He’s still losing a lot of blood. I pick up the final two injections and inject him with both. Come on… Extracting my claws, I dig my fingers into the first wound, until I find the shell and pry it out, about to toss it aside when I freeze. My heart thuds as I stare at something that’s like a fucking nightmare from my past… The bullets that I created… or bullets with my formula… the symbol on them glaring back at me. I look down at the man who is still fucking alive.

The main source of the entire deal would disappear. “Seriously! I told you push the button when you feel like we’re outmatched. We’re outmatched from the beginning.” “What did you do?” one of them asked. “Why did you kill him?” “To send someone to the past. Don’t be dumb. That’s why you came out from your hiding places. You wanted to stop it but you couldn’t. I had a gun for this purpose. You tried this shit before so obviously, I wasn’t going to let it happen again.”

Murphy queried and scoffed. You gotta trust me on this one. Werewolf Hunters are dangerous. They don't care if you're good or evil. They will wipe any Werewolf even if one relates to them, " Kane explained. "I thought our injuries would heal by themselves? How then can they kill us?" Murphy asked further. "The Silver Bullet. If you get shot by one, you die in the next 48 hours unless you are able to get a silver bullet, Break it and place the particles into the exact place you were shot. Any other alternative is false" Kane instructed and Murphy heaved a sigh.

I asked shyly "No." he answered "Our bullets are advanced technology made in our secret lab. They electrify the body when made in contact but those don't kill. There are ones made to paralyze and there are ones used in war to temporarily shut down the body and one that instantly erases memory. The mafias now are not into bloodshed but there are a few who do use real bullets." I was relieved that they weren't into bloodshed.