Red Caped Bullet Kin Novels & Stories

It was a bullet made up of silver and was laced with poison herbs that were known to be lethal to werewolves. “Don,” Jerome, his head scientist, said while he frantically typed on his laptop placed above his office table, “According to my research, the herd is only available in certain mountains near Southeast Asia. It would be impossible for a typical mafia man to infuse that herb to a bullet if they didn’t know that the Sotto Capo was not a regular human being.”

“This is shameless!” Meanwhile, Conrad burst out laughing. “History’s written by the winners!” Bang! The firearm was custom-made to go against expert martial artists; the moment Salem pulled the trigger, a silver bullet curved right toward Harvey’s head at an odd angle. “A Baptism Shot?” Harvey seemed surprised. “I didn’t think you’d have a rare treasure from the West… Unfortunately, it’s completely useless!” Harvey quickly blew out a puff of air. Swoosh! The bullet instantly flew backward.

Photos and videos, bringing me up to speed on everything I’ve missed in the past month. I settle down to watch it all. The bullet was ladled with wolfsbane.

"Also, I need to get a sample of River kingdom's bullet. It's something else, what they use." "What do they use?" "Some special bullet. It's so painful and it's not made of the regular silver.. or maybe there's another component they add to it." "I can send some spies," George suggested. Calhoun shook his head. The bullet will immediately kill anyone else aside from himself. "I will go myself. Hopefully, they have not come up with something else." Calhoun said, rubbing his chin. George wasn't going to refute. He was going to let him do whatever he wanted to do. Calhoun was almost a mindless beast. Just that once in a while, he could be mindful of his actions.

I awed in amazement, Darren stood in front of me reaching out to collect the bullet. I gave it to him, he tossed it in the air and quickly swiped it from the air. "They're not normal bullets..." he started off. "They're called venom blood one of the most dangerous and the most poisonous bullets in the country, they're made from the venoms of the most poisonous metal on earth." he said while I shook my right hand, he chuckled at my flimsy reaction. "Don't worry their poison is already condensed into the bullet so it's not poisonous now unless you're being shot then count yourself unlucky." he said while I looked closely at the gun. "How come I've never heard of them if they're this popular? "

I say as I point my Ruger that I managed to slip into my hand backward, "that if you intend to do anything to me or my crew, you will end up dead. Or worse, I'll have you locked up in some psychiatric ward." Now that I'm pointing back at him, he's not able to shoot me without risking being shot back. And I see that Ves has managed to get her gun out too. It's an Uzi, and she points at her captor, who I see is Heather. Cyprus scowls, his white teeth glowing in the muted lighting and flashing against his darker skin. "You're going to find yourself dead and buried before you know it!" he snarls at me. But he keeps quiet enough that nobody else can hear him.

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.

He brought out a dagger from inside his cape and handed it to the guy in the red cape. They all stared at Scarlet, the dagger didn't look like an ordinary dagger. They wanted to kill Scarlet. The middle guy in the red cape brought the dagger up and was about to throw it at Scarlet, and I screamed her name, hoping she would hear me, but instead, the three cape guys turned to me.

The echo of dripping water from a loose tap filled the silence, and Bella's reflection in the mirror looked almost ghostly beneath the harsh light. An uneasy weight settled in her chest. Her pulse quickened for no clear reason, a warning whispering from deep inside her. Something's wrong. Unbeknownst to her, one of Riven's top men — a shadow among shadows — crouched silently in the farthest stall. His presence was like the faint shift of air before a storm. They called him Bullet Man, not for his speed alone, but for how cleanly he struck — swift, precise, and without trace.

His entire body was coiled like a spring, desperate to break free. Bullet stepped back, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Look at you,” he growled, eyes gleaming with malice. “Dying over a woman. How utterly pathetic. And to think I once considered you a challenge.” With a smirk, he finally released Bella. Vincent exhaled sharply, his body thrumming with anger, relief, and frustration all at once. “I’ll make your death a memorable one,” Bullet said, his voice casual, almost lazy. “And don’t worry. I’ll send your little lover right after you.”