Douglas Bullet Novels & Stories

"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.

You will not see such weapons among your brothers - Alud grinned. - Indeed, a strange design, but what are these holes above the fist? asks Conrod. - These are charges of special shot and gunpowder. This Thing amplifies the blow with firepower, I call it a fist shotgun, and the blade is good at slashing enemies when it runs out of charges. Alud says. Conrod for a second imagined what would happen if a person used such a contraption, at least severed fingers, fractures and dislocation of the shoulder would be guaranteed. He shuddered at the unpleasant sight. Conrod noticed that Dooka's ax and Julia's daggers also had the same charges, only smaller.

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.

On the buckles is a crest I’ve never seen: A coiled serpent-like symbol wrapped around a vertical blade, etched in gold. The man scans the room, eyes sliding past the low-ranks and I didn't hide. I has my face covered, with just my eyes revealed to him. I have to play this smart for our escape. I don't think he knows about the position of my other members. He takes in my stance, the gun in my hand, the replica’s design. “You’re not one of ours,” he says calmly. Too calmly. “And yet… you’re holding our gun.” Shit.

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?”

The door opened and Zoe came in holding a tray of tissues and a roll of bandage. "Oh thank goodness you didn't bring the axe." Dale sighted with the aim of creating a sense of humour. She closed her eyes and laughed but the two women were interested in something else. To avoid looking stupid, she stopped and opened her eyes to see a blood-stained bullet held up. "I told you, you wouldn't know how to feel a thing. And for the record you smiled during your first operation." The matron smiled and dropped the bullet in the stainless tray. Dale stared keenly at the object. "It's an Uzi kill point! Thank God it didn't break my bone." She called out as if asked to identify the object.

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.

(A large military base sitting on the edge of the nearest center island with a Canon that has clearly been modified for incredible long range warfare begins charging up and silently releases a single hushed blast in the shape of a bullet the size of a tank) Dantzler: (Hearing what appears to be some sort of very light buzzing on the air and then in a moment's notice seeing a flash of light before being struck by it) Why do I hear boss musi-! (The bullet making a direct contact with him and causing him to slide across the water until he begins to sink. The blast having hit him hard enough to cause him to lose consciousness feeling incredibly heavy as if struck by the blow from 1,000 steel tra