Reverse Bullets Novels & Stories

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.

Himself and mine seem to be the least deadly, but we were proving otherwise. I heard a growl from the left of me and turned to see a rogue sneaking up on me. I quickly formed a puddle underneath him that go deeper and deeper. It was only a distraction though, and it worked perfectly. He moved his paws uncomfortably and then made the fatal mistake, he looked down at the puddle. I used this time to join forces with one of Gus’ tornados that was right behind this rogue, and I shot deadly, concentrated water bullets into his chest. He flew backwards, landing inside the tornado that swept him away. If the bullets hadn’t killed him, the impact from landing wherever that tornado threw him would.

It was small and had a pointed end. Travis nodded. "What's this?" Jeremiah asked, picking up the small piece of wood and bringing it closer to his eyes. "Wooden bullets" Travis replied, "I just thought about it. I figured we might not be able to get close enough to inject them with juniper, but if we soak these bullets in them and shoot them, we would be able to slow them down without having to get too close. We have to find a way to protect ourselves too if we are going to do this. And we can't do it if we ain't careful. Vampires are strong, they are fast and they have a lot of advantage over us, so we gotta be smart. We can't kill them if we are dead."

I whispered feeling a wave of fear, my tears falling freely. Aunt winced quickly retracting her fingers from my wound. "It's a silver bullet coated with wolf's bane!" This one sentence had me feeling like I was already dying. Wolf's bane and silver was very lethal to werewolves. I wasn't a werewolf but my little baby was and there was a fat chance that I might lose it if the bullet wasn't removed. There was no way aunt was going to remove it which only left me to do it.

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.”

Alex said to Adrian as he picked up one of the bullets that has a black colour and showed it to Adrian. "These ones in particular are made of wolf's bane, so even if the other bullets here won't have much effect on a werewolf, these ones that are made of wolf's bane will surely have a deep impact on any wolf that it's been shot with; it can even kill the person," Alex said to Adrian while smirking mischievously. "And can I know why you ordered all these weapons? It's not as if the Pack needs any of them," Adrian said to Alex, who smiled sarcastically.

Celeste thought, her eyes widening with alarm. Raising her head, she spotted a hunter lurking among the nearby hills, taking careful aim. The gun in his hands gleamed with a sinister aura, its silver barrel shimmering in the fading twilight. Even from this distance, Celeste could sense the imminent danger, the impending doom contained within that metallic weapon. Then, in a swift, fluid motion, a silver bullet emerged from the gun's chamber. Its liquid mercury-like form seemed to dance through the air, racing towards its intended target—Jeremy's very wolf.

They stared in absolute, paralyzing horror at the sight before them. Baraka stood unharmed in the center of a floating, glowing halo of suspended ammunition. His eyes blazed with a violet fire so intense it cast long, purple shadows that overpowered the xenox searchlights. "My turn," Baraka whispered. He clenched both of his fists. The suspended bullets didn't drop to the ground. They violently reversed their polarity. With a sound like a cracking whip, Baraka unleashed the absorbed kinetic energy, sending the hundreds of rounds flying back toward the compound at twice their original velocity.

The second one responded, “This tactic in the dark… It’s Uno’s signature.” “Uno? I thought no one has ever seen him?” a rookie, I assume, asks. “Wrong,” I decided to cut off their conversation, feeling the high of the night through my veins. “It’s not that no one sees me.” They looked up in my direction with eyes wide in fear. I pointed my gun at them and said, “It’s that no one lives to tell once they see me.” With a pull of the trigger, I shot the three of them… one bullet piercing their skulls in a straight line.

As he zoomed past Anya, she heard it for the first time; “God help me, I will tear him limb to limb.” It was Vincent's thought. Shocked, she stood still to see if anyone else noticed. No one did. Better still, every wolf was trying to run away from the melting bullet. That’s what the hunters' ammunition was called. It is a type of bullet that goes by its name. It goes in and melt you inside out within minutes. There is no cure for it. And that is the same bullet that may hit Vincent if he doesn't turn back. “Will you stop?” Yelled Anya in her thought.