God Is A Bullet Novel Novels & Stories

A blinding light erupted, splitting the heavens, and with a scream that ripped the skies apart, Kael fell. Down he plummeted, through clouds and stars, through endless bitter silence, until he crashed into the earth with the force of a dying star. The impact left a crater that bled fire, but Kael barely noticed. Pain like he’d never known burned through him as his bones twisted, his skin tore, and his very soul fragmented. When the agony finally ended, he became something else. Not a man. Not a god. A beast. He was the beast they’d promised. Above him, the heavens re-formed, their gates sealing shut. And from within their unreachable heights, a voice called down:

she demanded, her ice blue eyes burning brighter and my body lurched forward almost without my consent. “What the…? Bro, I thought you said to go slow,” Benji whined as my body landed on top of hers. “I swear, I didn’t do that, guys!” I exclaimed. That was really weird. We would have to evaluate that more later but right now, feeling her soft body against mine, Bullet wouldn’t stop howling in the back of my mind out of happiness. “Our Goddess commands us…I will do whatever my Goddess tells me to do,” he said reverently. Shaking my head at his words, I took her delicate face and brought her lips to mine.

“God.” Yuri closed her eyes briefly. ‘You’re wrong, kaa-san,’ she thought, not taking her eyes off of the book cover. ‘You’re wrong. Who are they trying to fool when they told us about Justice? This world…there is no Justice in this world! If there truly is a God…then where is He?’

The deafening sound reverberates in the alley, and the bullet pierces through my assailant's skull. The man falls into an abrupt silence, his life extinguished in an instant. Hollow eyes fixate on me, the bullet—my bullet—a morbid adornment on his forehead. The scent of gunpowder and the weight of death loom thick in the air, the profound silence only punctuated by the lingering echoes of violence. I'm a murderer now. But strangely, I don't feel remorse. I don't feel anything anymore. "Good girl," Diego murmurs, taking the gun from me. His fingers graze over mine, lingering for a moment, before he carefully wipes the weapon clean with a black cloth. Then, he shoves it into his waistband in o

I’d used every last bit of reserve energy to surge towards Mireille. My mate. I had pure joy coursing through every cell that the Goddess had seen me worthy of her. For as long as I am lucky to live, I will make sure I deserve that blessing. And then some fucker shot me. The coat Mireille crafted made me feel like a king. I didn’t realise it had turned me into an immortal God. The sheer force of the bullets ploughing into my chest, a few skirting past my forehead, sent me flying to the ground.

I yelled, pulling back from fire as Alessandro took out another one of his gun, taking my place in shooting those Italian fuckers whose numbers were increasing by the second like zombies. “Fuck you, Suka!” Bitch. I immediately took to my heels, dodging the flying bullets from the Italians as I rushed towards Ava, who had no idea what was going on. If anything, she was lost in trance and pale like a ghost. “Get down, Ballerina!” I barked, entwining our bodies as we both went down to the floor, hiding between tables and chairs as the Italian fucker who was assigned to end my wife’s life, opened fire.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

This place. More wandering and more walking brings me through the maze of marble and grass to have me standing in front of two stones. With stone angels. The ones who made this possible. And not have to think or care. They should have killed me before I was even strong enough to breathe on my own. To have ended it all. But they didn't. They made this nightmare. Aiming my gun, I shoot off the heads of the angels. Stone breaks and flies into pieces. But I shoot them off. Five bullets are enough. The two kneel beheaded on their respective places.

He looked up at me and shook his head. “Funny joke. But,” he beckoned her closer to him with his finger. Oh god. Oh god. She moved closer to him, her face still terrified. “If I was KGB your fat mouth just got me shot. So thanks,” he winked at her as she basically ran away. He looked up at me. “Really?” “What? She just fucking called me KGB.” He threw his arms up. “And you made her shit her pants.” “Good. But now is she going to take our order?” He peeked past the booth. I had to laugh as I took a sip of my wine.

**** PRECIOUS “Argh! Where am I?“ I jerked around, a sad smile grazing my lips as I watched her try to open her eyes. I dropped the book I had been reading and rushed to her side. Grabbing her hands, I caressed her warmly before bringing them to my lips. I could see that opening her eyes was difficult for her and pain slashed through my heart for her. I wish I could do anything to ease her pain but there was nothing for me to do other than to pray to the moon goddess to help her heal fast. I knew she'd make it because the doctor said that the bullet would have killed her if they had brought her a minute later.