Bullet That Can Kill The Past Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Charlotte Sanguinite POV: I’ve heard of silver bullets. They’re lethal to both vampires and shifters. The fact that Robert is giving me this gun and these bullets is a testament to how much he trusts me. However, there’s no happiness in my heart at the moment. These bullets are a means to kill, an act I despise, even though I know it’s a necessity.

“Passed down. Reassigned. Rebuilt. Every time someone believes they’ve destroyed it… someone else steps into the shadow.” Marcus swore under his breath. “You’re telling us,” Elliot said slowly, “that even if she’s dead” “She’s replaceable,” the fixer finished. “Just like me.” A chill crept up my spine. “So my father,” I whispered, dread tightening my chest, “he wasn’t fighting one enemy.” “No,” the fixer said. “He was fighting a system designed to survive him.” Silence swallowed us whole. I thought of the shattered flash drive, the way it had broken so easily against the stone. I had believed destroying it would end something.

"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."

"I swear, nothing ever happened with Juliana." It was pouring rain outside. I stood at the entrance, watching the downpour. I remembered another rainy night, so long ago. The night I took a bullet for Lorenzo, my blood mixing with the rain. Back then, I thought that was love. Willing to give anything, even your life, for the person you loved. Now I knew better. That wasn't love. It was stupidity. "Bella, I was drunk that night..." Lorenzo was still pleading. "I didn't call her name, I said..."