Douglas Bullet Novels & Stories

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.

They ended up with 15 years because the circumstances surrounding their case were so bad. After Casper woke up, he could not accept reality. He threatened to kill himself and demanded to see Jenny at least once. I went with Jenny. Casper’s eyes were sunken, his face was waxy yellow, and he was so thin he was almost out of shape as he lay on the hospital bed. The bullet comments appeared again, silent on the screen that only I could see. [Things are so bad for the male lead! He ended up as a eunuch... No, a cripple.]

Gunfire erupted. I moved on instinct kicked the inner door open, pistol up. Two guys spun toward me. I dropped the first with a double tap to the chest. The second got a round in the shoulder before he could fire. Alessio was right behind me gun in hand (the one I’d given him weeks ago, the one he’d practiced with). He didn’t hesitate. When a third guy came from the side, Alessio fired clean shot to the leg, dropping him without killing. I glanced at him impressed, pissed, proud all at once.

Ken’s energy shifted uneasily as the men continued approaching beneath the tree. “This isn’t the time for your drama,” I warned abruptly. “Don’t leave me with no other option but to…” “Those aren’t ordinary bullets, human,” Ken interrupted darkly. My heartbeat slowed instantly. “They’re forged with silver and infused with dragon blood,” he continued. “Strong enough to kill even the strongest Alpha with a single shot. Look carefully at the tips.” Fuck. He was right. The moment I focused harder, I noticed the strange blue glow coating the bullet tips beneath the fading sun.

Doug thought he'd figured out Ray's ability, but the sudden disappearance of the ice blade made him realize he was wrong. "Are you… a dual‑ability user?" he cried out. Infinite bullets and making ice blades disappear—those clearly weren't the same power. "Take a guess," Ray said with a smile. As they spoke, Doug rebuilt two more ice walls. But Ray's bullets kept coming without pause. Another wall shattered. Ray felt no pain at all over the cost. Breaking one ice wall took about two hundred rifle rounds—and how many bullets did he have in his otherworldly storage space? Millions.

“I saw the red dot on your chest a second before it happened. I should have pushed you down faster.” I reached for his hand. “Stop. You didn’t know.” The door slammed open. Dante stormed in holding a tablet. His eyes were wild and his knuckles were bleeding as if he had punched something too many times. “We got something,” he said. His voice was rough. “The bullet was custom. Silver core with a poison coating. Meant to kill an Omega fast. Only three places in the country make them. And the order came from inside the Council.” Ethan stood up so fast the chair fell over. “Who?”

“Nice toy, Henri. Specs?” Henri grinned, leaning forward. “Custom Delatour V-9. Silencer’s flawless, no sound, not even a whisper. Less recoil than a Beretta, but packs 9mm Parabellum with extended range, 200 meters, clean. More firepower than standard models. Arm your men with these, and your stealth kills will be ghosts.” I set my cup down, intrigued, my fingers brushing Dante’s as I took the pistol. “Silent kills with this kind of range?” I said, turning it over. “Our crews could slip through Ricci’s old turfs without a trace. Or anyone’s.”

The once-powerful old Don now looked like a dog waiting for slaughter. "You had fun that night, didn't you?" I tapped his cheek with the muzzle of the gun. "Watching her play that game. It must have been a thrill." "Dante... Mr. Costello... please, have mercy..." "Now, we're going to play a game." I opened the cylinder, loaded a single bullet. "You first." Amidst Marco Valenti's terrified screams and Isabella's hysterical sobs, I forced him to pull the trigger twice. Click... click...

When he asked what customised gun she wanted, Sasha’s happiness plummeted. “Honestly, I’m restrained by credits and materials. The gargoyle nails were recently acquired, and I don’t make it a habit to keep crafting materials because I’m not a crafter. I’ll get any gun you can make to load these bullets.” Ben inspected the golden bullets and whistled. Although he had never met this boss, he knew the monster that made those bullets. It was a bullet with powerful penetration abilities. The machine gun mushroom boss was a secret boss that only a few players knew about. Zen wasn’t lying when he said he had strong friends.

Nasa likod din niya ang dalawang pinsan ko. "Apologize to them," he coldly said. Ramdam ko ang paghihigpit ng kapit niya sa braso ko. Naningkit ang aking mga mata dahil sa sinabi niya. Ano ito? I-bu-bully na naman ba nila ako at may kasama pa sila na nadagdag? Ngumisi ako at mabilis na kinuha ang 9mm na dala ko at itinutok ko ‘yon sa kanya. "Don't dictate me or I will shoot you," seryoso kong saad. Napangisi naman siya.