Bullet Time 소설 & 이야기

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.

She said almost like some Nobel prize award was being handed over. Danté took the bullet but frowned at her first "Oh I see what you did there, mixing the name of the flower into the bullet, but its still a copper jacket" She puffed her cheeks up and folded her arms "Thanks for spoiling my mojo mister serious" He chuckled inspecting it, it seemed normal enough but he could feel a small difference "It's a little lighter than usual" "So?" She asked still not impressed by his insight. "It means this bullet will travel faster, that might actually be a good thing"

“There’s nothing there. But, I’m positive I bit you. I still remember the taste of blood, and you certainly reacted like I’d-,” “You’re rambling,” “I bit you, right?” “You did?” “So, where is it?” Lexus questioned. His face set in his usual scowl. “It healed; you didn’t bite the gland. You bit perfectly around it,” Azrin explained. “What?” The look of utter confusion on Lex’s face would have been extremely humorous in any other situation. “Right? That’s what I said. You didn’t break your promise, Lex. The proof is right in front of you on my unmarred throat,” The Brunet urged, baring his throat fully to the ash blond for emphasis.

Before she could say anything, the waitress was back with their drinks. Celeste waited till the waitress left. But when she was about to talk again, all the words she gathered turned into acid and burnt her throat. She saw what was lying in Raymond's palm – a silver bullet. A silver bullet that could end her life. Short as it may be, the bullet glistened in glee with the evil, lethal light that took Celeste's breath away. It was only two knuckles' length, but Celeste could already picture the long shadow it drew when it flew in the air and smashed the target's flesh and bone.

I can feel him, and fucking smell him on my trail, but if he doesn't back the fuck up I'm gonna punch him. I keep going, until we're deep into the forest. Axton gets a hold of me, spinning me around. "Can we talk about this, please?" he asks. His eyes are wide and wild. They're glossy. Is he gonna fucking cry? "If anyone gets to be upset, it's fucking me" i point to my chest, jamming my finger against it. "You bullied me, fucking hit me! For years!" my voice wavers slightly, and my chest starts to heave while my arm falls down. "You were terrible to me" it comes out as a whisper.

"But I'm fine." "Any trauma to your ribs?" his eyes flick up to mine, his fingers pressing along my ribs on both sides. "Nothing," I reply, shaking my head with a sense of frustration that only deepens my pain. He glances at the monitor displaying my vital signs. "Your blood pressure's a bit elevated, but that could just be a reaction to the stress and pain you're experiencing. Can you tell me what type of bullet it was?" "Rifle, I presume. Maybe a 7 mm," I mutter, my voice strained and laced with urgency.

Winona, sensing the awkward atmosphere, let out an awkward laugh and extended her hand toward me. "Hi, you're Julia, right? I'm Winona," she said, her voice overly cheerful. "Don't get the wrong idea. Heath didn't tell you the truth because he didn't want you to misunderstand. We're just friends now." Looking at her pale, delicate hand, a wave of disgust hit me, and I felt the familiar sensation of nausea rise in my throat. The foul memories of that night resurfaced like a sharp sting, and I could almost smell it again, the revolting odor that filled my senses.

They ended up with 15 years because the circumstances surrounding their case were so bad. After Casper woke up, he could not accept reality. He threatened to kill himself and demanded to see Jenny at least once. I went with Jenny. Casper’s eyes were sunken, his face was waxy yellow, and he was so thin he was almost out of shape as he lay on the hospital bed. The bullet comments appeared again, silent on the screen that only I could see. [Things are so bad for the male lead! He ended up as a eunuch... No, a cripple.]

click. The sound of the empty chambers echoed in the vast factory, a countdown to death. Then, I threw the gun at Isabella's feet. "Your turn," I said, my voice devoid of heat. "Six chambers. Three bullets. Let's make it fair." "No! Dante! Please!" Isabella completely broke down, collapsing to her knees, snot and tears streaming down her face. "I was wrong! I was so wrong! Don't..." "Pick it up." My voice was devoid of any warmth. "Or I'll make your father, your brother, every man in your family, play along with you."

Gently, I pulled Kelvin’s head into my lap. Kelvin moaned, a sound so raw and helpless, that it cleaved my heart in two. I turned to Kael, my hands trembled as I gripped his wrist, feeling a weak pulse, but there. The smell of gunshots hit my nose like a knife to the gut. And not just any bullets, but one made with silver. Silver bullets are a wolf’s worst nightmare, potent threats capable of bringing even the strongest among us to our knees. “Who did this to you…” I whispered.