Douglas Bullet Novels & Stories

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."

"Why do you say so?" He sighed and shook his head sideways, then returned to his potatoes. "Too many flaws in your ammunition" he sough and fetched another bowl of clean water. "Your gun and bullets are way too small, and your bullets are not made of silver" he didn't turn to look at the shocked expression on her face as he began dropping the chopped potatoes into the bowl of water. "Those bullets are made of brass, coated with silver. If you want to stand a chance against the wolves, you need a silver bullet and not this toy you call a gun" he finished and turned to look at her.

He chuckles nervously, “It still baffles me that you choose to be your own product tester.” I shrug, a sly smirk spreading on my lips, “It still baffles me that more CEO’s aren’t. Is the facility ready for me?” “Always,” Douglas presses a finger against the keypad, and it illuminates green, allowing us entry. Along the walls are prototypes for my newest bullet-proof compression shirts. I came up with a design that would be comfortable for combat, as well as light and flexible for the average soldier. But more importantly, it’s designed to eliminate the effects of silver bullets.

Even Briscoe with his attendants panicked. Orion was dangerously close to Alexander. His silver-white gun was the latest issue for Umbracia's military, the M11SF, with a range of 150 meters and a bullet that could fly at over 400 meters per second. At that velocity, the moment Orion fired, it would take less than a blink for the bullet to pierce Alexander's skull. No matter how strong one might be, evasion was simply not an option. However, Alexander did not even flinch. At Youphoria Nightclub, he once dodged bullets with the grace of a dancer. However, he simply reached out his right hand and caught the speeding bullet as if it were a fly.

7mm sniper bullet sliced through the air, heading straight toward Bluebird! Seeing this, Bluebird frowned. She turned her wrist, and the dagger moved from below to above, slicing toward the 12.7mm bullet. With a clash between the bullet and the dagger, a flash of fire erupted. Ultimately, the sniper bullet was split in half. However, due to the precise timing of the shot, just as Bluebird was taking a breath, coupled with the large caliber of the sniper bullet, Bluebird was affected when she cut through the bullet. Her jade hand holding the dagger shook.

How could he forget his boss's schedule for this evening? Taking only five minutes, Andrew finished his shower. He tossed the towel he had used onto the bed and headed towards the walk-in closet. Quickly, he put on his clothes, combed his hair, and sprayed perfume on his body. Andrew didn't forget to grab one of his favorite weapons, a Colt 1911, kept beneath the vanity table. The legendary handheld firearm, created by John Moses Browning, had a double-stacked (zig-zag) ammunition arrangement, with a magazine that could hold up to 14 .45 ACP caliber bullets. This small-sized firearm was a favorite among intelligence agents like Andrew. After ensuring the ammunition was full, Andrew tucked it

338 Lapua Magnum cartridge. A small smile crept on my lips. A sniper with this kind of skill is surely someone within that criminal business. If so, then, it seems that the Game Master had chosen another Challenger for their game. Thinking of the Devil, the detective wannabe appeared beside me like a mushroom that sprouted from nowhere. “This bullet wound is similar to that Magnus Mightymen guy,” he whispered to himself. But of course, I heard it. And indeed, this sniper and that sniper were one and the same.

I love you, baby. Now Dallas looked through the rifle scope and changed his focus. His whole world became a spot in the middle of Greg’s forehead, right now visible only in Dallas’ mind’s eye. That tiny space was all he saw, nothing and nobody else existed, not anywhere. He stared at that small patch of skin – no more than one-half of a square inch – and imagined his bullet going in right there. He took a deep breath, listened to the rhythm of his own slow, steady heartbeat. Breathed out between beats. And took the shot. ****

Not healing. That bullet must have been made of silver. Someone had just tried to kill me.

Luka said and opened the map of the headquarters again with my 3D projector on my wrist. "Underground team, need an update." I said. "We're going smoothly from 4 directions." Edmund said. Suddenly Damien came to me and he saw the gun that father gave me. "This gun.. is powerful, Dean. It can easily go through 5 people with one bullet." Damien said as he grabbed it. "It has a locked in target and even though the target manage to dodge.. the bullets act like a boomerang." He said as he pointed at where I could lock the target.