Bullet To The Heart Novels & Stories

I narrowly dodge the bullet as it whizzes past my left paw. Snarling in defiance, I prepare to attack him. Once I disarm him, he’ll be powerless again. With a swift leap, I try to pull Adam to the ground. I succeed, but not without taking a bullet to the chest. The pain is excruciating as the silver bullet lodges into my ribcage, dangerously close to my heart. A tortured howl escapes me as I crash down, the forest spinning around me. Dark blood gushes from the wound. Here is my attempt to add more details and feelings:

All of us can die when our hearts are removed. I aim at his chest, directing the bullet through his heart. The bullet penetrates through his chest, going all the way outside his body, and his face glistens with sweat. He stumbles back. Falling on the floor. Blood covers the area his body is lying on. Holding the bullet hole in his chest with his hand and trying to close it with some kind of fire in his hand. I walk up to him and pull the hand off his chest. “Please.... please…. Luciano! Please don’t kill me,” He pleads with me.

When Ethan got to the hospital, he saw Joel looking very troubled. "How is he, Mr. Tucker?" Joel shook his head. "It's not looking good. All the best doctors are looking at him. The bullet hit right below his heart. It is a very dangerous spot. "We can still keep him alive with the bullet in him, but if there are any mistakes when extracting the bullet, he will die on the spot. He is currently unconscious." "Do we know who shot him?"

My eyes were already closing on their own due to the intense pain that I was feeling in my heart. The thought of losing my baby was slowly killing me and I don't think I will be alive much longer knowing that I was going to lose my little baby. I felt aunt pushing her fingers in me again and--- "I got it!" she said throwing the bullet away. I felt a little relief wash over me but the worry didn't go away. The bullet had been in me for a while now, what if the wolf's bane had already spread through my blood stream and was heading straight for the baby.

Romulus shouts as he again tries to beg for his life but a large caliber bullet to his torso shuts him up. Bang! The first bullet seems like it could weaken Romulus by a lot. Bang! The second bullet, Romulus, was on the verge of death. Bang! The third bullet sent Romulus to hell as the regeneration power within his body was completely stopped by the special liquid within the bullet core at the second bullet. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Then all of the bullets got salvo into Remulus’s remaining carcass by Aurelia until she emptied all of the 16 bullets within the pistol chamber.

That day I thought I lost Dalton forever but after some time I didn't see the blood on Dalton's cloth, we turned towards her but she was on the ground with a bullet in her heart. When she was going to shoot Dalton, she didn't notice Carl behind her back. Before she can shoot, Carl grabbed her hands. She tried to get herself out of his hold but during the snatching, she pulled the trigger by mistake. The bullet directly went into her heart, causing immediate death.

"I don't know whether to thank you or resent you." "You don't have to choose tonight." He glances back. "But someday I will." I almost smile. Almost. He disappears below. The echo of his footsteps fades into the distance. I remain alone beside the ashes. A pinpoint of crimson light appears against my coat, perfectly steady, resting directly over my heart. Training takes over before thought. I throw myself sideways, and the shot cracks through the air. Stone explodes where I had stood an instant earlier. The projectile embeds itself in the wall behind me with a metallic thunk. It is not a conventional bullet. It is a specially machined bolt.

Betty watched as the bullet whizzed past her face and hit the wall. She stared at the wall where it landed, recognizing the spot as the same angle the bullets had been shot during the night of the attack. The memory flooded her mind, but before she could process it, the maid swung the gun hard at her chin, sending her crashing to the floor, the blow was unexpected, everywhere looked blurry but she still retained consciousness with her mouth and nose bleeding from the attack.

“I’m a very good shot. But how is a gun going to help me against vampires?” “Silver bullets.” Robert reaches into his coat once again. “I’ve gotten you 20 bullets. I’m arranging for more, but for now, these should hold you. Aim at the forehead or the heart. One clear shot. That’s all you need.” I’ve heard of silver bullets. They’re lethal to both vampires and shifters. The fact that Robert is giving me this gun and these bullets is a testament to how much he trusts me. However, there’s no happiness in my heart at the moment. These bullets are a means to kill, an act I despise, even though I know it’s a necessity.