Bullet Time Novels & Stories

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

BANG! The single gunshot echoed like a thunderclap within the enclosed concrete vault. Elena's bullet tore cleanly through the handler’s right wrist, shattering the bone into fragments. A spray of dark blood erupted into the spraying water as the handler let out a sharp, agonizing shriek. The specialized military detonator flew out of his ruined fingers, clattering uselessly into the deep, swirling flood before it could even send the electrical frequency to the explosives.

“.50 caliber bullet which is only used on anti-material rifles or .50 caliber machine guns. I’d opted out the second.” He reached for the bullet but she stopped him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. It’s made of silver and wolfsbane. A single touch could send you into a tremendous amount of pain before your muscles paralyzed. And you would slowly die, of course.” “And yet it didn’t harm you.” Mira smiled. “You seriously need to update the file you wrote about me.” She walked to the exit but stopped briefly. “And Dalton, stop going after my acquaintances. You’ll find the shooter on top of the building across your office.”

Leon was touching her casually. “Bullets doesn’t enter the body cleanly. They don’t just pierce the flesh; they shutter the bones. You’re lucky the bullets did not enter your shoulder. You will be useless if that happened.” He retorted. Fully unaware of the flustered Oriana in front of him.

I would send her back to hell if not for my dearest brother that she captured in her wicked twisted heart. I straightened my jacket before reaching for my gun and hiding it under a specifically designed zip. Opening the door, my dad and mom stood there hovering. They looked me up and down and nodded in approval. Of course, they would. After all, I have a great sense of fashion for an army daughter. Come on why can't I? Entering my black Porsche 911 GT3, I skimmed through my phone and played Beggin song. I then connected it to the car and my dad started driving.

Brian was running toward the door. “What the hell are you doing Kate? Shoot!” I am still waiting for a right timing, Chris raised his hands and the three men stop shooting. One more step for the big guy and my timing has come. They are now moving forward and Chris is slowly moving up. “Kate…” I can feel the frustration in him, he is an impatient man as soon as he stood up he start to pull his trigger same time as my first bullet was released. In seconds the bullet silently penetrates thru the concrete wall lessening the acceleration but still enough to get into the three man’s temple. The last bullet was stocked on the third guy’s head. Brian was on his feet surprised to see his men down.

she asked, joining the women at a small, but beautifully polished breakfast table. Torrance frowned. “Are you planning on trying to off one of them? Because we’ll definitely take exception to that.” She shook her head, her fingers nervously twisting the stem of her glass as she said, “I just want to know what I’m dealing with. Do silver bullets work?” The recessed lighting in the high ceiling made Michaela’s dark hair look midnight-blue as she reached over and patted her hand. “This isn’t a movie, Tourmaline. Bullets can slow them down, no matter what they’re made from, but they don’t kill them.”

~Rylee~ Footsteps thumped outside. Five or seven, and from the echoes of their shoes against the floor, they carry heavy firearms. I jumped on my feet when a bullet swept onto the side of my head, missing my ear by two inches. Raging Bull was on his back, holding a pistol with both hands on a pool of crimson bed. With narrowed eyes, I strolled toward him; his breathing gained speed as I got closer, the toxins breaking out of his liver spreading fast with his fear-laced blood rush. He kept firing his gun with a sloppy aim until the magazine ran out.

He moved with speed, his inhuman reflexes allowing him to interpose his body between Serena and the incoming bullet. The lead buried itself deep in Seven's broad shoulder. But the vampire didn't so much as flinch. Seven whipped out his own pistol and fired a single, well-aimed shot in a blur of motion too fast for the human eye to follow. The bullet struck its target with deadly accuracy, and time snapped back to normal speed as a body crumpled to the ground. A rapidly spreading pool of crimson stained the grass, the gunshot wound gaping obscenely in the center of the shooter's forehead.

he declares with a sly grin. Without warning, he hurls the bullet back at the Hunters with deadly force. The air crackles as it rockets toward them, almost creating a spark. Before the Hunters can register the approaching projectile, it pierces through one of their throats, leaving a gaping hole. Blood gurgles from the Hunter's mouth as he crumples to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky.