Bullet Trash Can Novels & Stories

It was probably because of the wolf’s bane. Tyrone took it out and a liquid came out from it. It burns in his hand. There were five of them in the car and the youngest, Marc, took out a handkerchief and took it from Tyrone as he slid it in his pocket. “What is this new bullet that they made?” Terrence mumbled. Suddenly, a loud siren echoed as they fired again one last time and they quickly got into their car. Brett held on to Reid who started losing consciousness.

I asked shyly "No." he answered "Our bullets are advanced technology made in our secret lab. They electrify the body when made in contact but those don't kill. There are ones made to paralyze and there are ones used in war to temporarily shut down the body and one that instantly erases memory. The mafias now are not into bloodshed but there are a few who do use real bullets." I was relieved that they weren't into bloodshed.

When it exploded the silver nitrate burned holes into their skin forcing them to shift. John and Blake shot a wolfsbane bullet and a silver nitrate bullet killing them where they stood. Jamal took a knife and slit their throat. You could see the silver eating away at their flesh. "Damn, the Slasher Pack gunsmith is the truth. He weaponized some dangerous items," Jamal acknowledged. "You can say that again," John agreed. Burning the bodies and putting them in an unmarked grave, sprinkling lye on them to hide the odor. Going back through the woods the way we came, I spot Levi sitting on the hood of his car.

The bullet hit the steel shelving behind Damien. “Jesus!” Damien cried as he wiggled his arms frantically. She ducked behind a small steel container that wasn’t far. Carter fired off a shot. It bounced off the container. “You killed my cousin, you fuckin’ bitch!” She knew he would be upset about it, but she thought she would be able to cap him in the shoulder before he could do anything about it. “FBI! Drop the weapon, Carter!” a man yelled. Alec. Lana peeked out from behind the container.

Just at that moment when they fully crashed against another pack of zombies, the car was heavily damaged and took a huge hit at the front resulting to the car engine being destroyed by the impact. “Tsk.” Stanley angrily punched the steering wheel and immediately took off his seat belt. Byul held his head, dizzy and as the blood flowed into his eyes. He quickly recover his sense and held the gun tight in his hand. The growling and scratching immediately reached his ears and it hasn’t been long till the zombies were already banging on every side of the car, impatiently clawing the glass to have their meal. Stanley took possession of the gun and looked at Byul with a meaningful glance. Byul cle

Bullets chewed through the steel containers around them, throwing a shower of yellow sparks into the rainy dark. Julian didn't flinch. He stepped into the open, his massive frame a solid wall of iron and leather. He fired. The concussive, deafening BOOM of his shotgun tore the night to shreds, the blast throwing the leading Vanguard mercenary clean over the safety railing to plunge into the dark water below.

Hudson whispered as he pulled the big man out of his seat. Jake was on his feet, firing shots into Buzzer’s men as they reacted to the new threat. Screams rang out and people ran for cover. Buzzer pulled a gun from the back of his jeans and Jake’s hand fisted the grip of the pistol, hitting Buzzer on the jaw. The man stumbled backwards and Jake grinned as he emptied the clip into Buzzer’s chest. “I prefer this deal,” Jake said as blood bubbled in Buzzer’s mouth and the light left his eyes. He glanced around, counting his men and nodding his head. His gun went back in its holster and together they all walked outside. The Dead Dogs would stay dead.

Dustin nodded in agreement. “This is Master Apollo’s martial arts techniques and the insights he gained from them.” Howard handed some books to Dustin. Dustin took them with great care. Then, he went over to where Metal Mask’s body had fallen. While his body was destroyed, he had left behind the gun and bullets. Dustin picked up the gun. A ninth grade fighter would be able to dodge normal bullets, but this gun and bullet could hurt even Martial Saints. It was a great weapon! Unfortunately, only a few bullets were left.

This could have turned ugly fast. Come to think of it, similar things have happened in the past. The pain of losing my mom. The horror of having my dad turn into a violent man in a matter of a few months. The burden of not being the oldest child but having to take care of Bailey, who can't find a decent man, while also making sure Bernie eats his food. It became too much, and...the bullying, the being mean...it took my edge off. It became a means to escape my own tragic life, and poor Emilie stood in the crossfire.

After taking out a food cart filled with empty plates and new wine, Delaltrik was approached by several maids who helped her carry the empty food cart back to the kitchen. While Tristan approached his cupboard, he opened a drawer and took out a wooden box that was stored very neatly. Inside the box was a revolver with several silver bullets, which was still not installed. However, when Tristan tries to touch the bullet, his hand suddenly burns and blisters, which look even worse with remnants like burning embers. Tristan should have been in pain from holding something like that, only he didn't really mind it and kept taking two bullets and putting them in the gun, which was also there.