Flower Bullets Novels & Stories

Then, both out phones buzzed. Zac reached over to grab his from the bedside table and I looked down at mine. A notification from Shane popped up. He had made a group-chat called"Flower Children" —with him, John, Zac and I in it. He sent a photo Zac and I asleep, all tangled up together. I sucked in a breath. As cute as the photo may be, my stomach swirled with anxiety and guilt. I wasn't supposed to fall asleep here—with him, in his bed.

"Regardless of the type of gun used, there is always one fact that remains true. Bullets hurt. And when they enter your body, they damage you. "But the loss of blood that comes after is much more dangerous compared to the bullets. Bullets only hurt when they move through you. Once they stop, only pain lingers. There's not a lot of damage from a stationary bullet in the body "The loss of blood makes it so that the body cannot function at its peak, not to mention how your body will feel heavier and heavier. Take note not to get hit."

The petal screeched; a sound like nails on glass, like Marco-at-fourteen screaming under Victor’s torture, and sprouted more legs, more veins, blooming into a flower, its center a black opal eye that locked on me. Alexander fired his last round. The bullet froze, spun, and embedded in the rubble. “It’s learning our weapons!” Lila’s surviving teammate, Jenkins, blood soaking his thigh, limped forward, tossing a flare. It ignited mid-air, red light merging with the petal’s glow. The flower drank it, growing larger, petals unfurling into a maw lined with teeth made of subway tokens and wedding rings. Mamá grabbed my arm, her grip iron despite the blood. “Marco, you rewrote it once. Do it again.

Brian grunted, pulling the trigger as soon as he purposely drifted the bullet's direction for it to just scrape my knee. I bent down my left knee that was shot, holding myself back from crying. It wasn't healing, and that's the point when I realized that Brian used a silver bullet. I collected a huge amount of flames in my palm as I blew it towards Brian's gun. He might not have known that I was capable of releasing flames, so he wasn't able to save his gun, which was burned and turned to ashes.

After Flower finished painting her face, drawing beautiful butterflies on her cheeks and forehead, they went to the water gun seller's stall. "Ma'am, if you buy three water guns of the same style, then you will get one small water gun as a bonus," the water gun said excitedly. Josephine looks at the various water guns for sale. "Flow, which one do you want?" she asked. "I want the red one," Flower said. Rain pointed at a green gun which was a different model from what Flower wanted. Sky looked around, then picked up a large dark blue water gun. "I want this one, mom."

Moreover, the bullets that are bouncing off from his body that actually fell on the ground was shown as they were transforming to ashes. Yes the chemicals used to produce the bullet in other to terminate people to ashes was already getting expired and that is why the bullets will change to ashes in a minute time of exposed to breeze. Because the chemical used to produce the bullets and air are not friends at all. They are like cat and rats, so they are a very big enemies to each other, so anything the bullets receives air it changes to ashes.

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.

I mumbled, not knowing whether to reassure Elias or to reassure myself. After a while of struggling, I finally got two bullets out. These bullets are specially designed; their tails are pretty small, but their heads are enormous. This is the first time I have seen such a cruel design. When I took the bullet out, it was like a hook, sticking firmly into Elias's flesh. I wanted to curse whoever created it. Would he want to experience his evil design? After taking out the bullet, I wiped the blood from the outside of the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder on it, then carefully bandaged it. Next were a few shots under his thighs, and after I was done processing, the bandage on Elias's back was a

These deceptively delicate flowers would dictate nothing for him. He raised his hand to cast the bouquet aside when a faint, almost ethereal chime reached his ears. His eyes flicked forward instantly. A figure, draped entirely in black, aimed their claws at his throat. Without hesitation, Finn intercepted the blow with the hand clutching the bouquet. The fragile blossoms bore the brunt, scattering into a swirling cloud of petals.

I moved away from him, rummaging through the bushes around as I searched for anything that could serve as an anaesthetic. A light smile of relief tugged at my lips as I found a bunch of poppy flowers. They would have to do. I stuffed a stem into his mouth, before compressing his skin as I forced the bullet out. Even with the impromptu poly flower, he still grunted in pain. Tears pooled in my gaze as my skin crawled as though his pain automatically translated to being mine. I gritted my teeth, fighting through the rush of unfamiliar emotions as I eventually forced the bullet out. I had a string of cloth ready as I prepared to control the bleeding.