Douglas Bullet Novels & Stories

But with steep footing that makes it another mountain to climb. Curse that damn elevator! Ace shook off the memory and went back to reality, assembling her newest baby. DRAG - Dragunov SVDK large-caliber sniper rifle. "Who needs 10 rounds anyways? One bullet is enough to end a petty fly, " she grins at the thought.

With the strength in my hands gone it was difficult, but pushing on the back of the bullet did help. It took some time and a lot of whining, but I finally filled the magazine with as many bullets as would fit. In the duffle bag of doom, he had a least a dozen empty magazines along with a couple boxes of ammo. The empty magazines from the other night were just left there, thrown away, which was probably why he had so many. I spun one of the bullets in my fingers. On the flat end there was some writing which seemed to indicate the caliber and manufacturer, as the name matched the box I pulled it from.

"Ma...dd... He choked and struggled with the rope, his legs dangling in the air. He started bleeding from the mouth, his veins mapping his face and sweat sheening his skin. His skin was already turning bright red. Madden brought out his gun, checking out the barrel and taking a look at the bloody bullet again. "We're the only two of the Orlovs who use guns almost everyday, which is why our styles and bullets are different. I use red-tip bullets, you use black bullets. Every bullet shot at us during the mission were black. If you're going to doublecross me, you should do it well at least... You're ruining my reputation, and it's upsetting." he snarled.

Silver bullets. She could still envision the way the big man stared back at her, his muscular arms bulging under his linen shirt, his bushy black brows raised, his mouth embedded in black whiskers and partially opened. “Silver bullets,” he’d repeated, like a parrot. Diana had offered her most winsome smile. “My brother collects old bullets from the American Revolution, Civil War period, various types. A collector. Anyway, he was saying how he had about every size,shape, and kind of bullet known to man except for one.”

Hate for these people rode them. Then, a bullet hit his leg. The first he'd taken at least, the first he was aware he'd taken. The bullet brought him to his knee and pain shot through his leg all over his body. The wolf thundered in pain and the mountain lion roared too. He would have thought it was poison if he did not know better. If he did not know it to be something worse. Rhodium. These bullets are made of rhodium. Only rhodium can affect him this much, this quick.

They are all fired up. “Four shots, and three while we were at the staircases. That’s a total of seven.” Hestia said while facing Albert. Albert then replied with a serious look, “And based on the gun he was using, it is Colt M1911. It can only house seven bullets per magazine. He’s completely out of bullets at this point.” hope began to flow inside their wiens at the news that the gun of the two bad guys no longer has any bullets left to use. Inside their minds, it is one obstacle cleared, it is one risk out of the equation, a danger no longer existing.

Behind him was Luis in cuffs yet composed. My voice rang out, sharp and cutting. "The bullets discovered in Jason Johnson's corpse were consistent with the tradition. 47 caliber bullets made specifically for the DeLuca Dons. This is one of them," I held out the evidence in a plastic bag." Marked with a brass tip and engraved with a distinctive DeLuca code." The jury leaned in but Daniel McLean didn’t flinch. "The defendant's firearm, registered in his name, is gone," I explained before adding, "Convenient, wouldn’t you say?”

Vampire Hunting was illegal, and the last thing Jo wanted was to end up in jail--again. Her weapon of choice was a modified Glock. It had a built in silencer, and the barrel was elongated so that the velocity of the silver bullets she fired would penetrate Vampire bone and flesh deeper and quicker than anything on the market. These bullets were different, too. Since silver bullets had been outlawed in ’42, just two years after the first Vampire was elected president, she’d relied on a secret black market of former LIGHTS members to get her what she needed. Sometimes the bullets worked; sometimes she had to pull her knife and end things the messy way.

Qianna said dispiritedly. She didn't care for things apart from love. "The bullet is an MX120. That bullet belongs to our family," Thomson said angrily. "It's definitely not Joseph. If it was him, using the bullet from the Mccarthy family to kill the President of A Country would not only be stupid, but foolish," Giselle said.

“They also include no bleeding on the upholstery. You’re in breach.” Doc threaded and drove. He was quick and mean. Elky made the sound men make when they see the invoice. It was small and private and landed somewhere under my breastbone and scratched my heart like a friendly cat. “Ball went through,” Doc said, as if he were complementing the bullet on its achievements. “No shrapnel. Shoulder meat, not bone. Lucky.” “Lucky,” Elky repeated, and the word did a long slow roll in his mouth like a coin coming up heads because tails were too tired.