Red Caped Bullet Kin Novels & Stories

Kyle attempted to crawl to her. Lila moved back, letting him go. But Kyle hardly crossed a few meters. The physical work was taking a toll on his body. He paused and lowered his head to rest. He heard a snickered coming from his right. The doctor was enjoying seeing him crawl with his hands proudly folded across his chest. "Told you, Lila, the bullets are harmless." He drew his gun and looked at it delightedly. "Another invention of mine— Neuro-sedative bullets. They help sedate the person you shoot. Though it leaves a small wound, it's not lethal."

There was no proof that blood had just been spilled because everywhere looked neat like before. Casper pulled Cassandra into his arms after coming out of the shock that she almost died right in front of him. Strangely, he felt her temperature to be a little warmer than usual but thought it was because of what happened. Perhaps she was just scared. He thought about how Caddaric knew there was no bullet in the gun and asked him, “How did you know that there wasn't a bullet in the gun?” “My backup gave me the information,” Caddaric retorted proudly. Casper was just realizing that the task he gave Caddaric, made him better, and had no regrets for doing so.

"NEVER!" Bima roared, his entire body tensing as he ignored the agony in his pinned leg and bitten arm. The Master AI Fitness Freak's eyes, once displaying a smiling icon, now flickered yellow beside Riska, projecting the bullet's velocity data. [Warning! Kevin's 'Protein Shooter' is active! Bullet speed: Mach 1.5! Destructive power: HIGH!] [System Suggestion: Evade or parry! Protein bullets can cause 'Muscle Denaturation' and 'Acute Calorie Crisis'!]

"A weapon that was meant to only be used by my most trusted if we were ever under attack… However, the man I trusted like a brother, stole it and mass-produced it. Selling it to several Cartel’s and Mafia organisations. According to my data, a couple of buyers were also supernatural." I now glanced back at them; Dante’s face was as passive as ever, whilst the other two were frowning as they listened. "Are you sure it's that dangerous?" Alejandro asked, his brow furrowed. "Yeah, there’s someone who had some of these bullets, and they sure as fuck worked. These bullets can kill so fast that if you were in wolf form, the body doesn’t even revert to human form. Emmet Garrons produced fucking tho

click. The sound of the empty chambers echoed in the vast factory, a countdown to death. Then, I threw the gun at Isabella's feet. "Your turn," I said, my voice devoid of heat. "Six chambers. Three bullets. Let's make it fair." "No! Dante! Please!" Isabella completely broke down, collapsing to her knees, snot and tears streaming down her face. "I was wrong! I was so wrong! Don't..." "Pick it up." My voice was devoid of any warmth. "Or I'll make your father, your brother, every man in your family, play along with you."

I mumbled, not knowing whether to reassure Elias or to reassure myself. After a while of struggling, I finally got two bullets out. These bullets are specially designed; their tails are pretty small, but their heads are enormous. This is the first time I have seen such a cruel design. When I took the bullet out, it was like a hook, sticking firmly into Elias's flesh. I wanted to curse whoever created it. Would he want to experience his evil design? After taking out the bullet, I wiped the blood from the outside of the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder on it, then carefully bandaged it. Next were a few shots under his thighs, and after I was done processing, the bandage on Elias's back was a

At a table near the back, a burly man stood, hand reaching under his coat. Kazuo tensed beside her. Ellie inhaled. Pulled the gun from her coat, kept it hidden under her arm. Walked forward—calm. The man drew a gun. So did Ellie, she moved faster, tense, sharp, she fired — two shots. The first tore through the man’s shoulder screaming, the second took the hand of the gun, blowing it away. The room froze, a thousand pairs of eyes. Then chaos: people diving, tables toppling.

Vincent pov I reach for my shirt and pull it over the bulletproof vest I ordered for everyone to wear tonight. I'm not here to risk any lives, especially when the pack has to deal with the Alliance. There are many different hunters out there, but the Alliance ones are a different breed. All of their members are trained to perfection; their only goal is to kill. Their hunters use silver bullets, and if there's one thing I am absolutely sure of - they don't miss. Ever. Besides, that son of a bitch Red is going to lead the attack on my pack. Better safe than sorry.

Alessio stayed right on my heels. We burst through the rear door into the alley. Kelly was sprinting toward a black SUV, engine already running. I fired—tire shot. The SUV fishtailed. Kelly spun, gun up. I tackled Alessio behind a dumpster just as bullets shredded the air where we’d been standing. Heart slamming, I rolled out, returned fire. Kelly grunted—hit in the shoulder—dropped his weapon. Enzo and the others converged. Kelly went down hard—zip-tied, cursing in Gaelic.

They are like cat and rats, so they are a very big enemies to each other, so anything the bullets receives air it changes to ashes. So that's while it was well sealed, although the bullets are not what a hand fixed to the gun. There is a machine at the realm of the red corps that fixes the bullets by itself, so the machine fixes and makes sure that breezes are not entering the bullets. And so that's was how the bullets was managed to be fixed into the guns without airs permission. Meanwhile the red corps was still shooting at Mikel even when he was angrily arriving with force to thrash them away.