Bullet Time Novels & Stories

Who are they looking for? “No sir, we checked her house. She must have left in a hurry. She left this behind.” He said holding up a locket. I instinctively reached for mine, only it wasn’t there. Shit. “Keep searching! We can’t let her leave. Remember she is dangerous so if you see her use the blue bullets.” The captain orders. Blue bullets were used on the most dangerous specials. They contained a serum inside that halted any healing abilities a special may have and caused explosive pain that would render any human dead and special unconscious.

Amy didn’t want to believe it, but she knew a bullet went through her window. The first bullet that entered Amy’s car exited through the driver’s side window after missing her head by an inch. The bullet breezed through Amy’s short blonde hair before exiting through her driver’s side window. She looked around to see the soldier shooting at her. The man stuck his bulky tattooed arm out of the driver-side window of his muscle car, unloading his 9-millimeter pistol into Amy’s BMW.

But as they tumbled, locked in brutal combat, Archer’s heart sank—he was too late. Amani and her army froze, paralyzed by the thunderous crack of the gunshot. It was a sound unlike anything they had ever heard, sharp and alien, slicing through the still night air. As the echo faded, a strange hum filled Amani’s ears—something tearing through the wind with lethal intent. Her eyes widened as she finally spotted it: a bullet hurtling toward her with blinding speed, faster than even she could evade. There was no time to react, no way to escape. She shut her eyes, bracing for the inevitable impact.

Alex educated them and they all listened attentively. “However they ain't immoral and I have the one thing that can cause them permanent harm," he said reaching for his pocket and raising the content up when he retrieved it. “Silver bullet laced with aconite, wolfsbane," he said then handed the bullet to Rhino. “Here, try shooting him with this, instead" he further added. “Okay," Rhino said a bit nervous as he inserted the silver bullet into his pistol and then pointed it at the man There was total silence until...bang! He pulled the trigger and the man fell to the floor only this time he didn't get up, ever!

However, before I could get ready, the other man cocks his gun and shoots straight at me. The recoil of the pistol is too intense and he misses my head completely. The bullet sails right into the right side of my chest. I expect the bullet to fall on the floor useless, but then I feel a sting of pain. The bullet actually digs itself past my skin, into my muscles. Like no normal bullet should. Only silver could hurt Lycans and wolves and vampires alike. Bullets are made of copper. There’s no way that shot could have hurt me. Unless…. I look down and see blood spreading through the fabric of my shirt.

Big enough for only one bullet. “One, silver bullet,” Damon tilts his head, his insightful eyes penetrating me, “may I?” I put the cute piece on his open palm. I’m already in love with it. He switches on the safe and presses under the barrel, which opens with a clear click, showing the inside of the finger-thick barrel -- at its end lying a thin, sharp-head bullet, glittering the unique shine of silver. “I don’t expect you to keep your weapon for too long in a fight, hence the one bullet,” He explains as he puts the gun back together, “Easy to hide and easy to use. With enough pure silver to kill a full-grown wolf, even as powerful as me.”

“Including how fast this world has changed.” Immediately after Lucian’s words, a heavy gunshot rang out. The sniper’s brutal bullet struck Aldric’s head, disconnecting it from his body… Bullseye.

Not just lead. "A bullet fully carved from a mixture of wolfsbane and liquid silver." His voice was calm, but I heard the weight behind his words. Something cold slid down my body. I raised a brow, realisation hitting fast. "So… if it had hit something vital?” I let the question hang in the air as I took another step forward. He didn’t hesitate. "Instant death." I sucked in a breath. "If the person is strong enough, they might last thirty minutes— a maximum of an hour." He placed the bullet into my palm, letting it sit there.

“You’ve got this!” Taking a deep breath, I steadied my hand on the grip of the gun. I aimed carefully, blocking out the chaos around me. The sound of bullets whizzing by only fueled my determination. I could do this; I had to do this. With a sharp exhale, I squeezed the trigger. The gun fired with a loud bang, and I felt the recoil jolt through my arm. I watched as my bullet struck true, hitting one of the rear tires with a satisfying pop. The van lurched violently, swerving as the driver fought to regain control.

Rangga challenged coldly, his eyes narrowing into cold, unblinking slits of grey stone. Thorne didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger with a sharp, deafening crack that echoed across the dark ocean. A heavy-caliber round slammed directly into Rangga’s calcified left shoulder with a dull, heavy thud that sounded like an iron hammer striking a boulder. Rangga didn't even flinch. He didn't stagger back, nor did a single drop of blood well from the impact site. The high-velocity bullet merely shattered into a spray of lead dust against the dense, mineralized bone and calcified muscle, leaving behind nothing more than a shallow, grey smudge on his stone-bound shoulder.