Pure Romance Bullets Novels & Stories

she asked, joining the women at a small, but beautifully polished breakfast table. Torrance frowned. “Are you planning on trying to off one of them? Because we’ll definitely take exception to that.” She shook her head, her fingers nervously twisting the stem of her glass as she said, “I just want to know what I’m dealing with. Do silver bullets work?” The recessed lighting in the high ceiling made Michaela’s dark hair look midnight-blue as she reached over and patted her hand. “This isn’t a movie, Tourmaline. Bullets can slow them down, no matter what they’re made from, but they don’t kill them.”

We will let them sleep until 4am, then me and Ansel will sllep for 3 hours. I sit down at the picnic table, I start by cleaning the throwing knifes. One by one. I am careful to dry and shine each one so it won't tarnish. Clean silver hurts worse, tarnish prevents direct contact. After the knives, I clean the guns. We are now running very low on bullets for use against vampires, you see, a silver knife to the heart will kill a vampire, but a silver bullet won't do it, I don't know why. A silver bullet will kill a werewolf if it hits the heart, but maybe its too small to kill a vampire?

Andrius nodded and walked toward the bullet, “And what’s that? I noticed some of those humans are using that odd weapon as well. But they were too slow to do anything.” “They’re called pistols. They use that object to launch this small bullets,” he explained, pulling the same bullet that he had caught. “Touch it.” Andrius without feeling suspicious quickly touched the object only to frown and pull his hands away as his skin began to burn. “Shit!” He cursed, looking at his skin that was burning. “Cain,” Dominic then ordered and when Cain place his hand to the bullet, he expected his skin to burn like how Andrius and Dominic did yet oddly when he came in contact with the bullet nothing happene

I asked shyly "No." he answered "Our bullets are advanced technology made in our secret lab. They electrify the body when made in contact but those don't kill. There are ones made to paralyze and there are ones used in war to temporarily shut down the body and one that instantly erases memory. The mafias now are not into bloodshed but there are a few who do use real bullets." I was relieved that they weren't into bloodshed.

Don't stop, keep shooting at her Marilyn used the weight of her body to cover her son in a hug while several bullets fire continuesly at her. "Change bullets, wolf bane" marilyn eyes widened at the sound of the name. The three men spreads out at every Direction changing bullets into wolfbane bullets mixed in purple pink mixture. They shot at her and she screams in pain however she covers her child. They fired continuesly at her and she screams in pain feeling her body almost paralyzed. She gathers the strength she could muster and spoke to Alex.

She had a worrisome expression as she analyzed them; it was the most troubled Lucius had ever seen her; the anticipation of what she would find was nerve-wracking. “Have you found anything special?” Lucius asked, unable to be patient. “I have, I just…can’t believe it” “What is it?” “The gun is completely useless; you can throw it away on your way out, but these bullets- we need to find out who made them” “Why?” Lou approached the table “Because they don’t just contain wolfsbane; these bullets also contain the pure blood of wolves” Lucius was stunned by Blythe’s revelation; he and Lou had only suspected it. He didn’t believe it could’ve been possible, but she had just confirmed it.

rolling all over the floor. This time. Only then did these rabble finally react and pull the trigger in their hands. "Beat them to death!! Beat these stinky women to death!!" Naturally, I couldn’t afford the Source Stone etching bombs. Naturally, the steel ball bullets used were just ordinary steel ball bullets. Although the steel ball bullets were much less powerful than the Originium etching bullets, they would be more powerful if there were more of them. Bullets rained from all directions.

“I never took you for someone who could handle a gun.” My lips twitched slightly. “I’m a very good shot. But how is a gun going to help me against vampires?” “Silver bullets.” Robert reached into his coat once again. “I’ve gotten you 20 bullets." I’m arranging for more, but for now, these should hold you. Aim at the forehead or the heart. One clear shot. That’s all you need.”

Steven’s smile vanished, and he raised his hand all of a sudden. Bang! A custom bullet shot toward Dustin at a speed far beyond that of an ordinary round. Steven’s face was filled with confidence. At this range, not even the strongest Martial Saint could avoid the shot. The bullet reached Dustin in an instant. But the next moment, Steven’s face froze, and his pupils dilated in disbelief. Dustin had caught the bullet between two fingers and smoke was still curling from it. “That… That’s impossible…” Steven stammered. “That bullet was crafted by the legendary blacksmith, Raymond Leroy! Not even an Apex Martial Saint could block it, and you caught it with your bare hand!”

“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.