Buy A Bullet Novels & Stories

"I like working with easy-going people like you the most." Wilbur did not know what to say. It was not like he would have said yes had it not been for the threats. "Jasmine, get the documents and contracts out and hand them to Mister Penn," Albert said. Jasmine nodded with a smile. She picked up the briefcase in the corner and placed it on the table before opening it. She took out a pistol. "This is a special pistol crafted for people within the department. We call them Extrobullet Guns. They're made from the toughest of alloys, and one clip holds seven special explosive bullets. One bullet is strong enough to blow a hole through an elephant.

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.

John Moore walked up to me from behind to relight the cigarette in my hand. He then asked, "The muzzle wasn't aimed at his heart. Did you have second thoughts?" White smoke rose from the lit cigarette. I replied in a disdainful voice, "Second thoughts? I never planned on killing him. A bullet is enough to end Thomas' life. What I really want is the PIN to his Swelia Bank's account, the ledger to all his dirty deals, and all of the legal businesses under his name. There's no way I'll let him die that easily."

Because of that, they easily agreed to an alliance with Phelan. The very next day, Black Bullet - the largest mafia organization in Kenya - also contacted Phelan to buy weapons. They bought weapons at ten times the price of the Kenyan government, and they were confident Phelan would certainly agree. Phelan pretended he was interested in Black Bullet's offer and arranged to meet them in Kenya. However, Black Bullet has forgotten that Christian is their number one enemy.

I still said that everything was fine and he shouldn’t feel so guilty about my accident. Regarding the bullets left behind. Judith said it was a super dome bullet. The bullets were usually used to hunt deer, and people who might have such bullets were shooters. Grandpa had already had some of his men find out what kind of firearm would fit the bullet. Grandpa will hold a competition where the werewolf who can find the shooters will be rewarded with a rare piece of diamond worth hundreds of millions of dollars. It’s crazy, but I know Grandpa is just as overprotective as Terrence. Grandpa even brought me lots of snacks just for me. He brought a lot of food for me and warned Terrence and his da

Who are they looking for? “No sir, we checked her house. She must have left in a hurry. She left this behind.” He said holding up a locket. I instinctively reached for mine, only it wasn’t there. Shit. “Keep searching! We can’t let her leave. Remember she is dangerous so if you see her use the blue bullets.” The captain orders. Blue bullets were used on the most dangerous specials. They contained a serum inside that halted any healing abilities a special may have and caused explosive pain that would render any human dead and special unconscious.

He concluded. "Killed? How?" I asked, shocked to hear this, as it had never happened at Alpha training before "He was shot with bullets that you created," Luke responded. I knew what bullets Luke spoke of, the silver nitrate bullets Hector and I created years ago. We had a few buyers, but none of them werewolves. All of them were humans, or so we thought. I turned to Katia and asked. "Do you have a list of all the buyers?" Katia nodded, "Of course."

“You’ll die before you ever feel it.” Lucien’s smirk deepened. He signaled, and one of his men glided forward with a sleek silver pistol, runes crawling across its surface and catching the fire like wet teeth. “Kelvin bought these bullets with your money,” Lucien said, casually as if naming the weather. “Silver alloy, laced with wolf’s bane. Five shots. That’s all it takes.” My blood turned cold — my own brother had bought the bullets for my death with my own money. How foolish. “Go to hell!” I screamed, though the wolf’s bane was burning through me, every nerve set on fire.

“Silver ammo?” The website is for a place in Texas. “Find anything?” Huck asks, biting his sandwich. “Texas, of course Texas has them. $35 a bullet,” Sawyer answers. They search the site for a while and find packs in several calibers. “I have 600K saved up from the sale of my parents house after they passed. We can buy more than a few bullets at that price,” Huck tells Sawyer. “Before you found out about werewolves, what were you saving the money for?” Sawyer asks.

It is classified as a mystical weapon, and the bullets used are not ordinary silver bullets. Bullets made of precious metal, from pieces of shooting stars in Norway. To get this rare bullet, Damien had to spend around five thousand US dollars for one bullet. All of them including Reinhardt had gone to their positions. Now only Daniel and Alexis are still on top of the old building. Alexis turned his head, "Why don't you just let me finish him off? You know that I can do it yourself."