Red Caped Bullet Kin 소설 & 이야기

The man who did the reporting immediately bowed his head firmly. While the other approached and crouched around there, until he found a bullet. Which he noticed and Damian looked at him, waiting for his report. "I found a bullet made by Saga Corp. This bullet is clearly from Saga Corp, which makes it impossible for it to be used by any weapon other than Saga Corp's as well. The culprit is most likely one of us. The culprit escaped together with Selena." Damian could see that too. He then walked out of his room quickly. He immediately bumped into Luca in front of his room.

I think inwardly, silently watching and waiting to see what my little mate was involved in, but for some reason, I just can’t pinpoint her as someone who would be so involved in my world. She was stripping at that club. The small voice in the back of my head says. Reminding me that the place we first met was frequented by the lowest of low. Hell, my being there was a perfect example of that, but even then, something wasn’t sitting right. “These bullets,” the man announces before I can think too hard on it. “Are special grade and can be filled with whatever you desire, and once the needles are released, it will immediately inject your enemy with it.”

He so scary. "Why did you do that, Bullet? He didn't do anything to me. We're friends…" I explained. He's brow arch in a sarcastic way. There's this dangerous smirk plastered on his face. "He didn't? For you yes, but for me, he did a lot! Fucking Carson. I'll kill him!" He was about to come to Brandon again when I stopped him. Brandon just laughed. I hold Bullet's arms, restraining him to do more. "That's enough Bullet, you're being irrational. He's a friend, he helped me--"

“I’ll be right back.” Maiko and the officers try to stop me, raving about how dangerous it is. But Stella is the only one who understands as she grins at me and shoos me away. As I cross into the danger zone, a coy smirk takes over my face as I remember the description of the Vampire the officer gave. “He had very long maroon hair and piercing crimson eyes that froze us. And when he heard your name, he immediately flashed over to the restricted area.” That sounds just like my Andreas.

Crimson blood scattered on the ground and Amara's painful scream rang in the air, its echo resounding in the desolate silence. Her face turned pale and a few drops of blood landed on her face, tainting her skin with crimson. Her tear-filled gaze locked onto Killian, his jaw was clenched tightly as he held his arm. His right arm was relentlessly bleeding where the bullet had found its mark, piercing through his skin brutally.

Murphy queried and scoffed. You gotta trust me on this one. Werewolf Hunters are dangerous. They don't care if you're good or evil. They will wipe any Werewolf even if one relates to them, " Kane explained. "I thought our injuries would heal by themselves? How then can they kill us?" Murphy asked further. "The Silver Bullet. If you get shot by one, you die in the next 48 hours unless you are able to get a silver bullet, Break it and place the particles into the exact place you were shot. Any other alternative is false" Kane instructed and Murphy heaved a sigh.

He put on a sad expression, with a tone of reproach that clearly did not match his peculiar face at all: "What to do, it seems that the captain of ours does not want to chat with us. I already..." "Bang!" The third bullet was fired. This time the bullet did not follow its original trajectory but swerved downwards, hitting the cloaked man's staff. The bullet hit the exact spot of the red stone mounted on the handle of the staff. A second later, the sound of rocks breaking the bar sounded. Alex looked at the men with cold eyes, the meaning on his face clearly meaning to tell them "Don't talk too much!"

“I’m sorry but why was his name Mr. Ruffles?” Serena sniffed dramatically. “Because when he was a kitten his fur looked like crumpled curtains.” That somehow made Tiffany laugh harder. “I’m sorry,” she wheezed again. “Rest in peace to Mr. Curtain.” Even Serena started laughing through her tears. Maya shook her head hopelessly. “This room is ridiculous.” The sadness slowly faded after that. Especially once Tiffany started dramatically describing what she imagined Mr. Ruffles looked like. “I just know he judged people spiritually.”

​Suddenly, a massive blur of black motion intercepted the path of the bullet. ​Killian had somehow torn himself free from the burning silver webbing, the skin of his chest ripped and bleeding from the effort. He had shifted mid-air, a desperate and partial transformation that used the very last of his primal strength. The bullet buried itself deep in his side with a sickening thud, but he did not fall. He landed heavily in front of us, a towering wall of black fur and bloody defiance, shielding his family from the General's malice. ​The song reached its final, soaring crescendo.

I said. Sprinting to the bathroom, I grabbed my emergency kit. I cut his shirt open with scissors. There was a lot of blood on his torso. I tried to repress my fear and turned my brain off for any other thoughts in order to let my instincts take over. My hands moved swiftly, swabbing the area and ignoring his faint groan. The only light was from my windows. The bullet hadn’t exited. “Of course not,” I breathed and focused once more. I’d never done a removal except in one simulation before but I knew I had to risk it.