Reverse Bullets Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lowey’s voice is soft. “They apologized for bullying me” my voice is hoarse. “I’m sorry-” “They all hit me” I blurted, “We’d get into physical fights all the time. I’d hit back sometimes. But they’d really rough me up "I rub my hands over my thighs. Then I wiped my eyes. “I told my moms that it was mutual. So they never worried about the bruises” “I’m so sorry honey” her voice is a soft whisper. “It feels good to get that out” I admit.

I knew that human guards with Darius guns filled with bullets with bullet powder which was lethal to humans wouldn't do anything to the vampires or any supernatural creature that might decide that these people were very far away from civilization and they can make a home for themselves there the way those vamps had and so, I had to make sure that we gave them special guns. The bullets in these were my special creation. Other than the bullets being laced with wolfsbane, for wolves, iron, for ghosts, silver for werewolves and angels (yeah, bad ones) nickel for dragons and sirens, wood dust for and garlic for vampires and other stuff in there, there was a also a bit of spells and magic to make

The air filled with the deafening roar of gunfire and the sharp scent of cordite. I watched from the safety of a rocky outcropping, my medical mind analyzing the real-time telemetry of the pack through the mate bond. A heavy caliber bullet struck one of the Unbound directly in the shoulder. Instead of tearing through flesh and shattering bone, the round sparked violently against the wolf's osteogenic armor. The bullet flattened and fell into the mud. The wolf barely flinched, spinning around to rip the rifle from the shooter’s hands.

His boasts ring hollow in the darkness, a mockery of the struggle that consumes us both. And then, in a flash of silver and steel, he draws forth a weapon of death, his laughter echoing through the night as he unleashes a hail of silver bullets upon me. Pain blossoms like wildfire, agony coursing through my veins as I stumble, my resolve teetering on the brink of oblivion, the bullets piercing my hinds.

62-mm round with a muzzle velocity of some 700 meters per second, these have cyclic firing rate of 600 rounds per minute! "Ohhh. They are holding huge weapons," Adam said before he blinked. "What the f*ck! Hide!" Adam shouted and they both stepped backward and hid behind opposite walls. "Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!" When bullets cracked as they flew by, Brett and Adam covered their ears! Multiple gunfire was too loud, especially for werewolves like them. There's tunnel vision around and the time seemed to slow down when they saw bullets flying by their sides! "Sair! Seu pedaço de merda! (come out! You piece of sh*t!)" their enemies shouted while firing their weapons.

Almost in slow motion, I see the bullet exit the gun, the smoke and fire of the shot visible for a second before the bullet begins heading toward my mate. ‘MINKA!’ I shout in our mind space. ‘I see it!’ she yells, just as I feel several darts hit our flank. Minka growls, feeling the wolfsbane entering our system, but she ignores the pain, leaping into the air to take the bullet meant for Emerson. ‘QUINN!’ he yells, as the bullet hits us in the side, knocking us out of the air as Minka yelps loudly and lands hard on the ground.

"Regardless of the type of gun used, there is always one fact that remains true. Bullets hurt. And when they enter your body, they damage you. "But the loss of blood that comes after is much more dangerous compared to the bullets. Bullets only hurt when they move through you. Once they stop, only pain lingers. There's not a lot of damage from a stationary bullet in the body "The loss of blood makes it so that the body cannot function at its peak, not to mention how your body will feel heavier and heavier. Take note not to get hit."

Merely in one minute, Marcus had finished all the mag of ten bullets. The head alpha pushed the little button underneath the stand’s surface. A rattling sound was heard before the bullseyes came close to them. All of the ten bullets hit the center of the bullseyes, no miss! “Wow!” Giselle exclaimed, “You’re good.” “Well yes, I am,” the head alpha had that smugly look on his face as he took the compliment without any hesitation.

The sound of the gun rang out and the smoke began to rise from the barrel as a silver bullet pierced the night. Lunus felt the kickback from the gun, and she flinched, her eyes closing for a fraction of a second, a time which would have been negligible under any other circumstances, but here it was long enough for her to lose sight of her target.

Armed guards raised their rifles, the metallic clicks of safety latches echoing through the night. Axel’s instincts kicked in, and he darted to the side as a volley of bullets whizzed past him. He ducked behind Akam, who stood unbothered, his flames intensifying as the bullets struck him. “Wolfbane bullets?” Akam said, laughing. “Adorable.” The bullets melted on contact with his fiery skin, falling harmlessly to the ground as molten droplets. The guards hesitated, their fear evident in their widened eyes and trembling hands.