Pure Romance Bullets Novels & Stories

"Whatever. Let me show you these." He felt her eyes on him as her curiosity radiated off of her. Lucas picked a box from the shelf and opened it, revealing bullets. "Is there supposed to be something special?" She asked, her voice laced with disappointment. Lucas put a glove on and picked up the little bullet carefully between his two fingers. "These are silver bullets. It will kill werewolves or at least cause some serious damage." He explained. "That's so cool! Why have you got them?" She asked, taking a silver bullet to look at.

The sound was different from the panicked shots echoing through the hall—a sharp, precise crack that seemed to swallow all other noise. The specialized bullet, its tip gleaming with Pyre's corrupted clover extract, took her high in the chest, just below the collarbone. There was no dramatic spray of blood. Instead, a strange, silvery light bloomed at the point of impact, spreading under her skin like vicious frost cracking across a dark windowpane.

I had a gun with me but I didn’t have any bullets that would kill a vampire. Penny nudged me to get my attention. Looking at her, she held out her hand and looked down. There, in her hand, were exactly two bullets. Magnesium ones. That was just what I needed. I gave her a questioning look, but she shook me off. Instead, she pushed them into my hand and turned back around.

Just then, three gunshots sounded in a row as three spiral bullets shot out toward Rinchen. Rinchen still had his back to Ryder and had no time to turn around. All three bullets hit Rinchen square in the back. However, Rinchen's back lit up upon coming into contact with the bullets, glowing with power. The bullets bounced off his body and fell to the ground, now completely out of shape. All that was left on Rinchen's back were three white dots. Just then, Rinchen slowly turned around to look at Ryder. A powerful, overwhelming force enveloped Ryder at once.

Brittany pressed her fingers again, trying to stop the bleeding, the more the pressed, the more silver and blood mixed together gushed out. Lucien couldn’t believe what he was seeing. They had heard the rumors of bullets that dissolved in the body immediately it comes in contact with blood. A fast killer for wolves. “I can’t find any bullet,” Brittany said. Lucien’s face turned white, Brittany’s voice had confirmed this fears, a story he had hoped was just a rumor in the black market. Lucien sighed, “because the bullet has dissolved in her blood,” he muttered, moving closer to where Brittany stood. “W. What does that mean?” Priya stammered, looking between Brittany and Lucien.

“You know bullets don't work on these things. The same way betas were banned from using guns here is the way it is there. Swords, Katana, or crossbows are approved.” “Yeah,” I affirmed. “Bullets aren't made of silver, so werewolves' quick healing helps them recover faster, dissolving the bullet within. And the witches, you gun wouldn't work at all.” “Tell me about it,” Zack leaned forward. “I've seen witches freeze bullets in the air. What the hell. It's as if the bullets respond to—” Zack's phone rang loudly, stopping him. “Excuse me, Alpha,” he pleaded. “I need to take this.”

Alpha Kyle handed the bullet, wrapped in a thin plastic, to the healer. With a cold smile, the healer stared at the bullet. “This is a blood ritual silver bullet, my Alpha. To get ahold of this powerful silver bullet, the perpetrator must have lost a lot of blood to be able to form such a dangerous weapon against you, my Alpha.” “A blood bullet?” Alpha Kyle’s eyes grew in astonishment. “I’ll have a cleansing tea sent to Beta Logan; that will help him feel more relieved. His wounds will heal faster too if he bonds with his mate.” The healer said.

I demand with my Alpha voice. “The rest are in his backpack,” the other sniper says in fear. Moving toward his bag, I take out the package of bullets. Opening the case, I gasp as I see the barbs on the bullets. The other rogues around me also take a breath. This were not just created to slow down but intended to kill. Turning to the other sniper, I rip his heart out of his chest. This was not what I had planned to happen.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

If he'll not open his mouth in the next 5 min then I'm in and I'll take control over. "Fine.Seems like he doesn't love you woman. I want her to be awake and Junaibar watch as she does painfully." And with that, her men dumped a bucket of hot steamy water over the Junaibar's bitch. The blood mixed with water flowed like a red shower. Soon the bitch started sobbing hard trying to reach out to her lover. Still no response. Sighing, she fired at the lady's left leg and started pouring hot water down onto the bullet wound slicing it with just hot drizzling water. Merciless.