Bullet Time 소설 & 이야기

Walter said, it's quite a problem they are with a gun, and the wolfsbane is still affecting everybody. "Can you really defend against bullet?" Damien asked, I remember it's the last training Madiba gave me, I never knew why but now am happy he did. "Don't rely on your eyes, bullets are too fast, sense it too" I remembered his exact word. Then I closed my eyes and readied myself for the bullet. "Saying your last prayers already" I heard Damien said. "Whatever happens stay behind me," I said to my mate, the other pack members are not close to me so the bullet won't hit them. I heard the first bullet being fired. I cut it in two, I heard gasped, nobody knew its possible.

Justin said looking at the bullet. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “That bullet is pure silver and is designed to release poison. It looks like it is empty! Wyatt got the full dose of the poison!” I took the bullet from the clamps. “No! don’t touch it!” Everyone shouted. “It’s fine. I am immune to poisons and silver.” I examined it closely. It was not like an original bullet. This on had a chamber inside it. The tip was smashed like normal and the sides were all silver but a window on the side revealing empty case. The poison must have been spilled once the bullet shattered.

As he zoomed past Anya, she heard it for the first time; “God help me, I will tear him limb to limb.” It was Vincent's thought. Shocked, she stood still to see if anyone else noticed. No one did. Better still, every wolf was trying to run away from the melting bullet. That’s what the hunters' ammunition was called. It is a type of bullet that goes by its name. It goes in and melt you inside out within minutes. There is no cure for it. And that is the same bullet that may hit Vincent if he doesn't turn back. “Will you stop?” Yelled Anya in her thought.

I awed in amazement, Darren stood in front of me reaching out to collect the bullet. I gave it to him, he tossed it in the air and quickly swiped it from the air. "They're not normal bullets..." he started off. "They're called venom blood one of the most dangerous and the most poisonous bullets in the country, they're made from the venoms of the most poisonous metal on earth." he said while I shook my right hand, he chuckled at my flimsy reaction. "Don't worry their poison is already condensed into the bullet so it's not poisonous now unless you're being shot then count yourself unlucky." he said while I looked closely at the gun. "How come I've never heard of them if they're this popular? "

In that split second, a silver bullet, gleaming ominously, sliced through the air with deadly precision, emerging from the thick underbrush like a viper striking its prey. Blaze's instincts kicked in, but there was no time to react. The bullet found its mark with unerring accuracy, striking Phoenix squarely in the back. The force of the impact was brutal, driving Phoenix backward in Blaze's arms. His eyes widened in shock and pain, his previous carefree demeanor replaced by a grimace of agony. Phoenix's vibrant laughter died instantly, replaced by a choked gasp as the bullet tore through his flesh. The silver projectile wreaked havoc inside his body, shattering ribs and wreaking havoc on maj

Grab. Click. Bang! The gunshot echoed through the suite like thunder in a canyon. Beth’s eyes flared—wide and wet with disbelief and unshed tears. A bullet punched into her chest. “Urk—!” She choked—turning pale—a gurgling sound escaping her lips as blood pooled on her mouth. The scent of blood filled the air. Metallic. Disgusting. Then her limbs went slack. Tony stared at her chest—smoke curling from the bullet hole that he made.

"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.

I dropped the weapon and disbanded it, pulling out its bullet. The bullet was filled with liquid garlic and silver, and its purpose was exposure. If it shoots into a person, there will be an immediate effect, exposing if the person is a vampire or a werewolf. It may also kill this person. So, I am not going to use all of it, I just need a small portion of it. I opened the bullet and poured out its content until it remained little before covering it back up. I put the bullet into my pocket, fixed up the weapon, and hung it back. I left the shed, closed it after me, and replaced the removed brick.

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

The second one responded, “This tactic in the dark… It’s Uno’s signature.” “Uno? I thought no one has ever seen him?” a rookie, I assume, asks. “Wrong,” I decided to cut off their conversation, feeling the high of the night through my veins. “It’s not that no one sees me.” They looked up in my direction with eyes wide in fear. I pointed my gun at them and said, “It’s that no one lives to tell once they see me.” With a pull of the trigger, I shot the three of them… one bullet piercing their skulls in a straight line.