God Is A Bullet Novel Novels & Stories

I whisper slowly. He pulls out it from his pants pocket and drops it on my open palm. Oh, here it is. The golden colored bullet is carved by my name, 'Cedron'. Suddenly, yes God, suddenly I don't feel anger boiling in my inside anymore. I feel a hole, an infinite, vast hole, emerging in my mind like wind, taking all of my sensations away, shattering them, breaking them, annihilating them. A voice strongly whispers a psalm in my head,

He was used to being injured, and his personality was numb. He handed the knife to the woman after severing the side so that his finger could enter and retrieve the bullet. The nun next to him did a sign of the cross, and it was she who wiped the sweat off his forehead. He does not scream in pain. Zerus was almost out of breath as he bit the towel. He is weak, but he will soon be able to extract the bullet. "Oh, my God!" He closes her eyes. He could hear the woman speaking to her God over and over again. There is no God who can save his soul today, just he.

I slide the first out as I grit my teeth at the pain in my thigh. The bullet hit me… it was a mistake, wasn’t it? I know Havok and Raze, and neither would put me in harm’s way on purpose to reach their goal. So who is out there? “Those bullets are not made for werewolves,” he says as he replaces his gun magazine. He takes another shot and I hear a grunt. “Perfect.” For a moment, doubt flits through me as there’s a shout, and then Zion’s gone, racing towards the fallen man.

But the God told him they were alive but he wanted to pry. "Hmmmp!" Jin rushed forward and never called. He took a gun and roll in side. Bam! He fired. "....." Silence as it was. Still Jad was still alive. "How can this be?" Jin asked. "How?" Jad replied and walked to them and said, "I am immortal? How can you kill me brat?" He asked. Then Jad pulled the bullet on his chest. "Ah... I still feel the pain but it wasn't that hard. I'm still alive." He said and throw the bullet.

Godric quickly pulled out his gun from the back of his jeans and shot the guy in the head. He collapsed on the concrete beside me, the gun still in his hand. I gave a quiet scream before he shot the guy who was on top of me, the one who was about to shove his dick inside me. There seemed to be a commotion behind me, the sound of guns being drawn. But Godric was fast, somehow shooting them all dead with a single handgun. I continued to pant, my wrists still bound, my bare ass out there for the world to see. He returned the gun to his jeans and pulled out a knife from his pocket before he kneeled down and cut me free.

She stared at the oncoming excavator with no fear in her eyes, only a strange sense of relief. In the split second before the bucket came crashing down, I shoved her out of the way. The sheer force of the impact numbed my entire arm before blood started streaming. "Damn it! How dare he fight back! Shoot him and take him down!" Gunthar roared. Gunfire erupted as the soldiers blew out the excavator's tires and brought the machine to a dead stop. Jude was pinned hard into the ground by several soldiers and struggled until he finally went still. Gunthar stepped forward and stepped on his face. "Take him away, and add this to his charges! Tell the military court that I'll oversee his case myself!

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

They've formed a defensive position behind concrete barriers, silver bullets loaded and ready. "My turn." I sprint forward, ahead of the pack. The guards open fire. Bullets scream toward me, each one blessed silver designed to kill divine entities. And for a moment, I feel it. The burn of holy metal cutting through my moonfire. The searing pain as blessed ammunition finds its mark. The power within me surges, and everything changes.

Mellow was saying but then abruptly pauses and sighs, “actually, the one you never heard about, I guess.” “So you’re immortal as well; a back-from-the-dead creature. What kind of fable-turned-reality god are you?” I ask gleefully. Instead of the man to reply, he carefully adjusts the rear-view mirror, staring through it for a while. I look at it too, but I realize his attention is on Mellow. And I must steal it. “God of bullets?” I shift in my seat to directly face him… “because you are yet to tell me all about those bullets you dodged.”

The only thing shinny on his body is his diamond watch and belt metal head. He sits, watching Cristela sleep on the large bed. He's in his office but there's only a glass wall separating the bedroom from here. I can see her clearly as if she was inches away from me, I watched her chest rise and fall peacefully but Gabriel's deep voice broke the thick silence. “The bullet clogged." I turned to face him. “What?." “The bullet, it clogged by some divine intervention. Solis had his gun on her head and when he pulled the trigger... She would have been dead and I would have shot myself after I shot him."