Flower Bullets Novels & Stories

he asked. "Yes, Papa." She stood from her swivel chair, entered the code for her drawer, and took out a box. She walked around to the sofa across from him. Carefully placing the wooden box on the coffee table, she showed the gun and the bullets to him. "This is a temporary drug that will deactivate the nanomites in Victor’s head. Violet is currently revising the destructive nanomites in his blood." He picked up the glass bullet. Once it is aimed at the target, the pin will automatically stick to the skin and the chemicals will quickly drain.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

"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.

Inside, rows of specialized ammunition gleamed in the dim light. Silver bullets. Each one specially crafted to be lethal to werewolves, even Alphas with their enhanced healing abilities. "And if he does try to interfere?" Sean asked nervously, his young face showing worry. My hand closed around the grip of my silver bullet gun. The weight felt familiar and comforting. The same type of weapon I had used to ensure the explosion at Florian's facility would be fatal if he somehow survived the initial blast. That had been my mistake the first time. Relying on explosives and fire instead of taking a more direct approach.

"Have you seen our newly developed bullets? He gestures to the sky as a bunch of shots fly through the air. "These are specially modified to have the ability to pierce the hardest of skins. It's a good thing you've avoided them so far... if one of them had hit you, it would have hurt.