Bullet Time Novels & Stories

These bullets couldn’t harm those zombies unless multiple shots were fired at their heads simultaneously and blew them up. The firearms in their possession were still of Aricia Era technology. Their power was far inferior to that of modern weaponry. Even though they fired a lot of shots at the zombies, none of them penetrated their bodies. Only the bullet head entered their flesh, but the shell case was stuck outside. Those shots’ power was about the same as tickling the zombies.

, she said, her voice suddenly changing to this deep American accent unlike that of Lexy. "Of course, none of the questions we're going to ask you right now matters except for one question", I started and brought out my gun and began to load it with glass bullets; it's this kind of bullet that hurts more than normal ones. This one keeps you alive and ensures you feel extreme pain for a long time until the poison eats you up and you die, don't ask me where I got it from. "But before I ask, do you know why we did this confrontation here? because this bullet will go off on your body, you will be screaming in pain for hours, you will beg for death and you won't see and no human soul would be abl

Andrius nodded and walked toward the bullet, “And what’s that? I noticed some of those humans are using that odd weapon as well. But they were too slow to do anything.” “They’re called pistols. They use that object to launch this small bullets,” he explained, pulling the same bullet that he had caught. “Touch it.” Andrius without feeling suspicious quickly touched the object only to frown and pull his hands away as his skin began to burn. “Shit!” He cursed, looking at his skin that was burning. “Cain,” Dominic then ordered and when Cain place his hand to the bullet, he expected his skin to burn like how Andrius and Dominic did yet oddly when he came in contact with the bullet nothing happene

"Why do you say so?" He sighed and shook his head sideways, then returned to his potatoes. "Too many flaws in your ammunition" he sough and fetched another bowl of clean water. "Your gun and bullets are way too small, and your bullets are not made of silver" he didn't turn to look at the shocked expression on her face as he began dropping the chopped potatoes into the bowl of water. "Those bullets are made of brass, coated with silver. If you want to stand a chance against the wolves, you need a silver bullet and not this toy you call a gun" he finished and turned to look at her.

The fourth bullet hit him right in the neck. DOR! DOR! DOR! "Luna, you look like a hero with that blinding light. How can you shoot that fast?" Adam was mesmerized. He clapped his hands a few times like a child. I smiled smugly. With my gloved hands, I moved quickly to reload the silver bullets into the rifle.

7-millimeter bullets! With that kind of power, the bullet could easily penetrate iron. It could even penetrate aluminum. Even if the Lincoln had a bulletproof car body, it probably couldn't withstand too many attacks. The other party had obviously been prepared. Somebody wanted to kill Blake! Sean's eyes looked fierce. At this time, the sniper trained the high-resolution open sight directly at Sean. The sniper slowly pulled the trigger. However, just as he was about to release the trigger, Sean suddenly disappeared from view in the open sight.

he yelled as he clutched his arm, a steady stream of blood oozing from the wound. I looked at my hands and realized I had shot him. I held the gun in my hand, my heart raced with fear and anxiety. Suddenly, everything went blurry and my grip faltered. The gun slipped from my fingers and crashed onto the ground with a deafening sound. I was frozen in place, unable to process the gravity of what had just happened. Tears flooded my eyes and my body shook with uncontrollable tremors. "Did I just shoot someone?" This sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks and before I knew it, my heart was racing and I was struggling to catch my breath. It felt like a full-blown panic attack and I didn't

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.

Gunner was right. Although Big Ken was far away, through the high power scope on the sniper rifle, he could see the situation over here clearly. Within seconds of Yellow-Shirt taking out the bomb, Big Ken had already noticed it and kept a close eye on it. Just when Yellow-Shirt raised his hand ready to throw the bomb and decisively pulled the trigger, a high-speed rotating bullet with an initial speed of more than 1 km per second shot out and accurately hit Yellow-Shirt in the chest. The yellow shirt guy was driven backward by a huge impact and a wrist-thick bloody hole was carved out in his chest. The bullet did not remain in his body but passed right through and hit a companion's body behi

The loud noise from the gunshot echoed throughout the warehouse. Dust hung in the air, almost like time had stopped. Michelle's ears were ringing, and her heart was racing as she quickly looked towards the sound. Raymond remained standing. Calvin stumbled back, clutching his shoulder where the bullet had just grazed him, bleeding through his clean suit. You son of a— he growled angrily.