Flower Bullets Novels & Stories

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.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Iris’ lips curled to a smirk watching as fear and rage fought in her gang members’ eyes. “Please remember that all of you fired their guns at me. And I remember all of your idiotic faces.” Iris slowly bent her fingers towards the center like crumpling a paper, the bullets started to explode in tiny little pieces littering the whole wooden floor of the house. “Ahh, I missed this. I haven’t been able to use this for a long time.”

But several times also their bullets missed and broke things around them. Kyra returns fire when she sees someone's shadow. Unfortunately Kyra's shot missed. Then the man threw a large vase of flowers that was immediately shot by Kyra. At once the vase broke into pieces and fell with orange marigolds. The next second Kyra is startled by the man's kick.

Lia shrieked, startled. [Warning! 'Sucrose Zombie' has high physical defense due to dense sugar structure! Blunt weapons are ineffective!] "Rubbery?!" Bima’s eyes widened. Another new danger. "We have to use the flare gun!" Bima shouted, aiming it at the horde. Riska nodded quickly. "Bima, aim for their mouths! Maybe their weakness is inside!" Bima pulled the trigger. WHOOSH! The flare shot out, exploding right in the middle of the Sucrose Zombie horde. The blinding white light and the blast caused several zombies to stagger and growl in pain.

Fynn continued scrolling, “They were afraid that after we realized what their bullets were made out of, we’d start producing soothing bullets to counter them. And no matter how limited our production of soothing bullets might be, it would certainly be several orders of magnitude larger than their production of black bullets.” Noah nodded, “An SS-rank like me has a much larger quantity of mental power than their S-ranked Fluxer, and unlike him who has to reserve the majority of his power to become the bullet, the Fluxers from our side would be expending all their mental power only on condensing mine.” “And that’s not even the end of it – there is a limited number of high-ranked power users to

It was harmless to us and to humans but to vampires it was fatal. I had spoken to Timothy over the phone and his advice was to boil the flowers and use the liquid in whatever way necessary. It only proved fatal when it entered their bloodstream so between me, Rev and Preston we had laced our bullets with it. I struggled to sleep again that night because Rylee wasn’t there and I hated that fact. I had slept perfectly fine for six years without her but now I couldn’t sleep for more than three hours at a time. My only consolation was knowing that she was struggling just as much as I was.

I dropped the weapon and disbanded it, pulling out its bullet. The bullet was filled with liquid garlic and silver, and its purpose was exposure. If it shoots into a person, there will be an immediate effect, exposing if the person is a vampire or a werewolf. It may also kill this person. So, I am not going to use all of it, I just need a small portion of it. I opened the bullet and poured out its content until it remained little before covering it back up. I put the bullet into my pocket, fixed up the weapon, and hung it back. I left the shed, closed it after me, and replaced the removed brick.

With a feral snarl, Louis ripped out her throat. Her body slumped to the ground, her lifeless eyes still open. Louis swallowed down the thick taste of blood, his vision burning red as he turned toward the enemy wolves— And charged.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."