Bullet To The Heart Novels & Stories

"I swear, nothing ever happened with Juliana." It was pouring rain outside. I stood at the entrance, watching the downpour. I remembered another rainy night, so long ago. The night I took a bullet for Lorenzo, my blood mixing with the rain. Back then, I thought that was love. Willing to give anything, even your life, for the person you loved. Now I knew better. That wasn't love. It was stupidity. "Bella, I was drunk that night..." Lorenzo was still pleading. "I didn't call her name, I said..."

“Feel it. Just feel it. His heart is beating. You brought him back. You and Sapphire did that. That’s all that matters right now.” The golden glow at his wound site flares once more, brief and warm and fading fast, and then it’s gone. His heartbeat steadies under our fingers. Weak. Erratic. But present. Stubborn. The heartbeat of a man whose body quit and whose daughter’s wolf overruled the decision. He’s not healed. The bullet damage is still real, still critical, still the kind of wound that kills without intervention. But his heart is beating. His lungs are pulling air.

She forced herself to calm down. In a trembling voice, she asked, "How badly is he hurt? Is his life in danger?" Micah's eyes were bloodshot. His voice broke when he said, "The bullet's only two inches away from his heart. He lost too much blood. It's critical." Chelsey held on to the wall for support now. She found it difficult to stand. "Two inches… It means that the bullet didn't hit his heart," she comforted herself. "The doctors will help him. He'll be okay…"

Why does he always stare at me like this? "Unfortunately, this is how best I know how to solve things. I don't forgive. I don't give chances. I ran things my way. This is for you, Ella." In a swift, I am swerved in the direction of the wailing man, another gunshot echoing in the hall. This time, he sought after the most delicate spot in the body of the poor Martin - the heart, piecing a bullet through it. A loud grow of agony echoes, and I watch as the almost lifeless man strains to gather for any amount of oxygen he can get, but luck is leaving him so fast.

the students are not friendly at all but, I'll see. in the afternoon I decided that I'm going for a walk. so I put my shoes on and go for a walk. the most perfect thing in my neighborhood. it's quiet. after I walk about 8 minutes I think. I found a coffee shop. I thought to myself I didn't drink coffee this morning, so I'm going to buy one. as I'm walking in I bumped into someone that I almost fell, but not on the ground, in someone's warm arms all this time I closed my eyes because I thought I was going to fall but I didn't. Thanks to that dude I open my eyes slowly. and I found his beautiful green eyes staring at me. His eyes are cold, but they are beautiful.

The silver projectile wreaked havoc inside his body, shattering ribs and wreaking havoc on major blood vessels before obliterating his heart. The velocity of the shot propelled the projectile through Phoenix's body, its lethal path concluding as it lodged itself into Blaze's sternum. However, fortunately for Blaze, the bullet's final resting place was far from his heart, sparing him from even graver injury. Phoenix's eyes widened, the light fading as he gasped for breath, struggling to comprehend the sudden and brutal assault. Blaze felt the impact simultaneously, a searing pain radiating from his chest as the bullet lodged itself inside him.

If it would change anything, I would pray to all the gods I knew to bring Lucas back to me. The details of his heart failure was still unclear to me. When he'd been rushed to the hospital, all the doctor had told me was that Lucas had narrowly survived a bullet shot to his heart. The bullet had merely grazed the organ, but even the grazing was still fatal enough to give him heart failure. Ever since then, he'd been on life support. Kind, elderly Doctor Hilton, who had been the resident doctor in Beth Israel hospital, had told me that he would need a transplant, and fast too.

Hence, he just let Goldie's fist hit his chest. Anthony took the punch, but the force was too small. It did not do him any harm at all. Bang! However, a gunshot simultaneously rang out, causing Anthony's eyes to widen in horror. The fist that was on Anthony’s chest produced a mini pistol and the shot directly pierced his heart! Anthony’s face was filled with disbelief. ‘How was this possible?’ He had met with unexpected failure. His heart had been penetrated by the bullet, and even the Gods could not save him now.

"Oh my God, he’s breathing. Tyler—you didn’t—" I wheezed, forcing air into my burning lungs. My hands fumbled at my jacket, then my shirt, fingers finding the rough, woven fabric of the Kevlar underneath. There, right over my heart, was a deep, smoldering dent. The bullet was embedded in the plate. It felt like every rib on that side was cracked. Tyler’s voice came closer. "Next time someone drops like that, don’t assume they’re dead. It kills the vibe, Babe."

“I love you with every beat of my heart. I love you till my last breath, Amelia. I don’t care if you’re human or a tiger or a mouse.” “A mouse? Really.” I sniffled. He tried to hold his laugh, and he grimaced instead. “You should take pain meds.” “No. The bullet that shot me was not an ordinary bullet, was it?” “Yes. Sebastien said, it could be a high-grade military prototype silver bullet, and it should explode inside your body, but it didn’t. It was either intentional or faulty. We don’t know. None of us has seen that kind of bullet before, even at the Werewolf Council.”