Red Caped Bullet Kin Novels & Stories

He murmurs loud enough for me to hear. I raise my gun, aiming it at his head, and I pull the fucking trigger. The sound of my gun discharging rumbles through the air, and specks of blood splatter across Red's frightened face. One bullet... One solitary silver bullet is all that is required to exterminate him from the bowels of the earth as his body drops to the ground like a sack of fucking potatoes. I look up, and I see Red swaying on her feet as she stares down at Aleksander's lifeless body.

The cabin was not far from where we were. The bullets were made of a special kind of material that melts from inside body temperature within a few seconds after the bullet enters the body. They looked similar to the bullets hunters were using . In all this plan where I needed Xavier.He and his family is going to replace the weapons with the fake ones .As for Morgal's weapons dad and I were going to do that honor.

He is just nodding at me until I finish everything that I have to explain. “Alright,” Bullet started, “I think it has so many red flags.” When I heard what he just said, it seemed like my world was crushed into pieces. And now, I am with nothing but failure, waiting for myself to be buried, arriving under the ground of nothing but embarrassment.

“Let’s talk inside.” She followed me, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Once we were seated, I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “The Black Bullet Clan isn’t just some small-time gang,” I began. “They’re a network of mercenaries and criminals for hire—dangerous, resourceful, and relentless. They’ve been after me for years.” Kelly’s brows furrowed. “Why? What do they want from you?”

Aiden replied. He crouched down suddenly, eyes narrowing. Something on the floor caught his attention… a gun. He picked it up, turning it over in his hand. “It’s still loaded,” he muttered. He slid the bullet free, examining it…. and froze. A strange mark was carved into the base of the bullet — a mark he knew too well. His blood ran cold. The veins in his neck tightened as realization hit him like a blow. Only one man in Red Moon Pack used custom-marked bullets.

Allen retorted, unamused that he should recommend attempting to pry the knowledge from Chiri. “It does what any bullet does.” Ekral remarked. Unsatisfied by this reply Allen glared at the man still, until he conceded, adding, “Except this one is cursed.” Stepping back from the object, Allen questioned cautiously, “What do you mean?” His smirk widening, Ekral paused for a breath before delivering his answer, “It will never miss. That bullet is only ever destined to hit Chiri Krane.”

Who are they looking for? “No sir, we checked her house. She must have left in a hurry. She left this behind.” He said holding up a locket. I instinctively reached for mine, only it wasn’t there. Shit. “Keep searching! We can’t let her leave. Remember she is dangerous so if you see her use the blue bullets.” The captain orders. Blue bullets were used on the most dangerous specials. They contained a serum inside that halted any healing abilities a special may have and caused explosive pain that would render any human dead and special unconscious.

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.

The bullet dries off the blood of a Lycan in madness, it was specifically made for a Lycan who ends up falling into madness and resisting restraints. It eats up the very being of the beast from the inside as long as the bullet is in his body, a mixture of silver bullet, Wolfsbane and the Lycan poisonous blood. That explains the shredding of the piece of cloth in Stephen’s hand. He must have struggled to remove the bullet in his chest. A finality settles over them. The search is over. There is nothing left to find. Stephen is the first to speak. His voice is quiet but firm. “We return to the pack.”

A rifle with illuminated silver bullets. I backed into Kieran’s car, hand on my belly. Our son kicks hard, a fierce surge of power flooding through me. Golden light flickers at my fingertips before I even consciously call it. Not him, I think desperately. Not our child. Kieran roars as he tears through the first attacker, claws slashing across a tactical vest. Blood sprays across the asphalt. But another dart catches him in the shoulder. He snarls, ripping it out, but I see the chemical burn spreading under his skin.