Flower Bullets Novels & Stories

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.”

This enormous flower bud just crashed to the floor. I couldn't help but hold my breath as I awaited the outcome. Because it was so close to where she was, Mira also witnessed the giant flower bud's dramatic fall. I sprinted as fast as I could to the flower that would surely drag me to the depths of hell if it contained an evil spirit. The snow dust from my bullet froze over it. The gun's muzzle was still pointed at the flower that had fallen to the ground. "Mira, take a step back!" As I pull the bolt to unload the spent round of snow dust, I warn, then quickly push the bolt back for another shot.

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

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.

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.

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."

Riverbourne, Calvia. Bruce hit the rose garden at dawn—only to find a field of ash. The gardener was sweeping up nearby and looked up. "Mr. Jerkinson? You're up early." Bruce stormed over. "What the hell happened? Where are the roses?" He yanked the guy by the collar. "I was gone a few months. You torch them or something? Do you even know what those meant to Suri? What I put into them?" "Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself."