Reverse Bullets Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

The hunters fire. Not simultaneously. Staggered. Precise. Silver tears through air. I do not raise my hand. I do not speak. I do not glow. I simply adjust perception. The bullets do not vanish. They simply miss. By inches. By degrees. By the smallest margin required to maintain illusion. Concrete shatters behind us. Metal sparks. But neither of us falls. The hunters freeze. Confusion fractures their rhythm. They adjust again. Faster this time. One pulls something from his belt.

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.

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.

They both knew the alpha couldn’t answer, but Lexus proved it by harshly gnashing his teeth against the metal in his mouth. Scarlet eyes burned with both fury and an immense amount of sorrow. It broke the Brunet’s heart. All the betrayal and indignation he’d walked in here with vanished like a wraith under the cover of pitch black. Lexus was already punishing himself, and Azrin refused to add to it. Let alone allow it to continue.

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.

I stood and pulled out the gun, which was at my waist, and loaded it in front of Vivian. "Lay a finger on you? That's a waste of my time!" I suddenly raised my hand. This caused her to scream and squat down with her hands on her head. What she thought was the end wasn't. My gun wasn't aimed at her; it was aimed at the wine cabinet behind her. The next second, there was a loud bang. The sound of glasses shattering echoed in the room. The flying shards had even cut Vivian's waist, leaving a deep blood trail.

Danwel informed. "I also noticed that their bullets have different structures and functions. You see, the Company invented its own projectile. Their bullet is two-pointed with a line dividing it, compared to a normal one which is only a one-pointed projectile. The original bullet made by the Company can be divided into two, but for the fake, I can't divide it. That's why I concluded that faking it was not the intention of the killer. It seems like who made the fake one missed some information about the original one. Maybe that's why finding it was fake must have really been upsetting for the killer." he left a deep sigh.

However, Zen noticed how the impact of those heavy bullets was doing its job of pushing the boss monster backwards. “Weak human,” Urum smirked. “Guns cannot hurt me!” Unable to let the orc general recover even a single inch of ground, Zen saved his powerful shots and fired regular bullets using the air rifle from where he was. The recoil made his right hand numb, but Zen kept at it. The more bullets he fired, the less Urum would think of advancing.