Bullet Trash Can Novels & Stories

Lola, Grim, and Mac were amongst the dead that I did know. It didn't take long for the rest of the town to come to see the destruction. Some of those who died had mates who'd felt the bond break immediately. Howlers and Blood Dogs worked together to move the bodies. Dax wouldn't let anyone touch Lola, though. He held onto her tight in the garage parking lot. No one bothered him. I sat with Brat in the bar. She'd regained consciousness from the gas she'd inhaled and appeared to be doing ok. Stella walked over to me. Stitch had managed to get the silver bullet out of her leg, and he was currently working on others in the bar while wearing leather gloves so the silver wouldn't burn his skin.

Thankfully, I listened to Hurricane's advice and changed every single car in my fleet to custom made, bullet proof brands. Tariq's voice comes over the speakers, "Get in formation! Everyone, get in formation! We're backfiring in five seconds." I stare at the gun in my passengers' seat, and memories of blood and death assail me. I haven't touched one of those since I left that life behind. But my woman lies unconscious in there. Anger tightens my veins. Heads must roll. I pick up the gun and pull the safety. "...two…one…fire!"

Protein bullets can cause 'Muscle Denaturation' and 'Acute Calorie Crisis'! Bima had no time to think. The protein bullet streaked forward, emitting a faint red glow as it zoomed toward him. With the last of his reflexes, fueled by rage and survival instinct, Bima limped to the side. WHUUSSH! The bullet narrowly missed his head, slamming into the tunnel wall behind him with a deafening BLAR! The steel wall dented, a small hole appearing, and from that puncture, white steam smelling of scorched protein billowed out.

A stick for support was in his hand and some of his bodyguards were beside him. He had a kind and gentle face but his eyes were like steel. He introduced himself as the CEO of the company and extended his hand in greeting. Standing up, I offered to shake his hand. Once his hands touched mine, he looked curious and said, "You have warm hands." I replied, "And you have cool hands." We both laughed and I offered him a seat. He responded, "I had heard a lot about you and was eager to meet you in person." I smiled and replied, "I am glad, so how can I help you?" He replied, "I am Diaz Cartel, CEO of GUNBUL. We manufacture bullets of all types." I raised an eyebrow at him in appreciation and he sm

“You know bullets don't work on these things. The same way betas were banned from using guns here is the way it is there. Swords, Katana, or crossbows are approved.” “Yeah,” I affirmed. “Bullets aren't made of silver, so werewolves' quick healing helps them recover faster, dissolving the bullet within. And the witches, you gun wouldn't work at all.” “Tell me about it,” Zack leaned forward. “I've seen witches freeze bullets in the air. What the hell. It's as if the bullets respond to—” Zack's phone rang loudly, stopping him. “Excuse me, Alpha,” he pleaded. “I need to take this.”

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.

Bastian looked at the two remaining bullets in his gun. With a quick movement, Bastian launched both bullets, killing two of them instantly. Knowing that their colleagues had been killed, they turned to Bastian, who was now running towards them. They pointed their guns at Bastian, but it was too late, as the Jaguar was already in front of them and had delivered his death kick.

Cristo gasped in shock, Boss Antonio ignored Cristo's warning and stepped on the throttle harder in a bid to lose the black dodge. A truck was approaching us from the right, but the Boss did not panic. He maintained control of the steering and sped past it. The black dodge followed our tail, the truck almost crashed into them. It was a narrow escape. “These modafuckas won't quit!" I yelled. “It's high time I blew them off." I grabbed my Mac 11 and aimed at their windshield. “Splash!!!” The man’s skull cracked into pieces like shattered glass as the bullet tore through his head.

I took another deep breath, trying to keep my anger under control. Bullet was very well known for taking the most innocent girls and breaking them, turning them into nothing, breaking them, and then discarding them like garbage. He took so much pleasure in destroying these young women and then bragged about it for all the world to know. Everyone knew the type of monster Bullet was, being just as cruel and powerful. He had many allies who benefitted from all the kinds of so-called business he was involved in. How else would they get to have sex with young girls who looked like dolls if it wasn’t for him? I would probably get into serious trouble, but I couldn’t allow Bullet to get close to V

I said, getting up off the ground quickly. "Hello, little wolf. You have been causing a lot of trouble for the Queen. I think it is time I got rid of you. You are a weak Omega that doesn't deserve to be called Queen," Alistar said and pulled out a gun. He aims and me and pulls the trigger. "NOOO," I looked over and saw Alissa push him to the ground. The bullet grazes my shoulder, causing me to hiss in pain. Alistar looks at Alissa with a shocked expression.