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.

He hits the gravel path with a heavy, wet thud that vibrates through the soles of my sandals. The world fractures into chaos. "Contact!" someone screams. The other three men freeze. They look at their fallen leader. They look at me—the mother in the cream linen dress holding a smoking submachine gun. They hesitate. That hesitation is their death sentence. "Burn them," Aureliano’s voice growls in my ear, a dark command that triggers the detonator in my left hand. I press the button. The stroller explodes. It isn't a fragmentation grenade; we didn't want shrapnel flying toward me. It is a flashbang, rigged with a concussive charge.

That’s what they thought I was. And maybe they were right. But I wasn’t going down without a fight. I had the cards now. Maybe not the best ones, but they were mine. And I was going to play the hell out of them. But then, the second I stepped into the ballroom, all my fake confidence vanished. It was packed. Loud. Glowing with wealth and danger. The air reeked of perfume and cigars. The laughter was too loud. Too sharp. Every eye turned to me.

I push past the pain, shoot again, aiming for his shoulder. He deflects the shot, a bullet, with a quick torque of his body, letting it graze his coat harmlessly. Wasting no time, the man tries again while closing the distance, firing low toward my legs. I jump back but hit a crate behind me. My breath stutters and the wound burns hot. The stranger studies me through the fading smoke. “We’ll be having a conversation soon.” “No,” I mutter. “We won’t.” I throw a bigger smoke grenade this time as a thicker gray clouds burst everywhere, swallowing us up.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

“It was something else! Those humans, they brought some kind of machine. They look long, light, and seemed to work if you pull the hook on its body— I don’t know how to describe it! But then when they pulled the hook, a small object was launched like a bolt from it! And I thought it wouldn’t hurt me, as metals don’t harm us. But curses! This one stopped me from healing my wounds.” “What do you mean?” Rose questioned and the man stared at her before pulling a round object which he had covered with his torn shirt. “This!” The man showed the bullet to the two girls, “Be careful touching it however Anna! This one burns your skin like never before.” Rose curiously looked at it and frowned, “These

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

said Felixe, springing into action. Carl picked up his weapon and took aim to shoot him, but before he could do so, a bullet pierced the wolf’s body and he fell to the ground. It was sudden and left the others dumbfounded, but I knew it was Greg’s job, neat and precise. Felixe glanced at Carl since he hadn’t shot the enemy. “The snipers!” I informed them, gesturing towards the forest. “I’ve asked them to spread out all over the place and cover me. They’re using special silver and anthrax-infused pycrete bullets to kill the Flame Hounds instantly.”

Hindi natuloy ang balak ko na apakan ang bulaklak dahil naisip ko na ilagay na lang ito sa mga vase kasi sayang din kung aapakan ko ito. Hindi ibig sabihin na hindi ko itinapon ang mga bulaklak na ito ay tinatanggap ko na ang pag-ibig ni Lorenzo. Of course I will not accept him and his love. Nilagay ko sa vase sa kwarto ko at sa sala ang mga rosas. May tatlo pang naiwan kaya napag-isipan ko na lang na itanim ito sa garden na meron kami. Tamang-tama rin ay full moon ngayong gabi. Maganda kasi magtanim sa araw ng full moon kasi maganda ang pagtubo ng tanim. Pasalamat ka Lorenzo at nasayangan ako sa mga pulang rosas kung itatapon ko lang ito.

he said, eyes already gone dark. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Time stopped. Matteo yelled something. Lazaro’s finger curled. And I knew he was going to pull the trigger. To be continued... Chapter 38 – Burn Them All Amara The city burns. Flames eat through rooftops like hungry mouths, smoke veils the sky until the sun itself disappears. Sirens scream like dying violins. Bullets cut through air thick with the scent of gasoline, blood, and betrayal.