Reverse Bullets Novels & Stories

Absolutely perfect. Bullet's men began their work, creating the evidence of a struggle – there were signs of broken branches, disturbed earth, that has multiple boot prints on them, signs that multiple attackers had overwhelmed a single victim. One of them produced a knife and made a shallow cut across my arm, just deep enough to bleed convincingly. "Scream," Bullet instructed. "Make it sound like you're being overpowered." I let out another of my screams, this one imitated to sound like someone fighting desperately against superior ones.

Nick The bullet hits Christian square in the chest. He slumps over, and the room erupts into chaos – women screaming and bolting for the exits. I rip the gun from Alessia’s hand in an instant, emptying out the chamber. The bullets clatter to the floor in a rain of jingling metal – shining silver with engraved in verse… These are clearly consecrated bullets, lifted straight off some enforcer. And she hit Christian.

“I’m a very good shot. But how is a gun going to help me against vampires?” “Silver bullets.” Robert reaches into his coat once again. “I’ve gotten you 20 bullets. I’m arranging for more, but for now, these should hold you. Aim at the forehead or the heart. One clear shot. That’s all you need.” I’ve heard of silver bullets. They’re lethal to both vampires and shifters. The fact that Robert is giving me this gun and these bullets is a testament to how much he trusts me. However, there’s no happiness in my heart at the moment. These bullets are a means to kill, an act I despise, even though I know it’s a necessity.

Not healing. That bullet must have been made of silver. Someone had just tried to kill me.

Romulus shouts as he again tries to beg for his life but a large caliber bullet to his torso shuts him up. Bang! The first bullet seems like it could weaken Romulus by a lot. Bang! The second bullet, Romulus, was on the verge of death. Bang! The third bullet sent Romulus to hell as the regeneration power within his body was completely stopped by the special liquid within the bullet core at the second bullet. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Then all of the bullets got salvo into Remulus’s remaining carcass by Aurelia until she emptied all of the 16 bullets within the pistol chamber.

"Whatever. Let me show you these." He felt her eyes on him as her curiosity radiated off of her. Lucas picked a box from the shelf and opened it, revealing bullets. "Is there supposed to be something special?" She asked, her voice laced with disappointment. Lucas put a glove on and picked up the little bullet carefully between his two fingers. "These are silver bullets. It will kill werewolves or at least cause some serious damage." He explained. "That's so cool! Why have you got them?" She asked, taking a silver bullet to look at.

Winona, sensing the awkward atmosphere, let out an awkward laugh and extended her hand toward me. "Hi, you're Julia, right? I'm Winona," she said, her voice overly cheerful. "Don't get the wrong idea. Heath didn't tell you the truth because he didn't want you to misunderstand. We're just friends now." Looking at her pale, delicate hand, a wave of disgust hit me, and I felt the familiar sensation of nausea rise in my throat. The foul memories of that night resurfaced like a sharp sting, and I could almost smell it again, the revolting odor that filled my senses.

I dropped the weapon and disbanded it, pulling out its bullet. The bullet was filled with liquid garlic and silver, and its purpose was exposure. If it shoots into a person, there will be an immediate effect, exposing if the person is a vampire or a werewolf. It may also kill this person. So, I am not going to use all of it, I just need a small portion of it. I opened the bullet and poured out its content until it remained little before covering it back up. I put the bullet into my pocket, fixed up the weapon, and hung it back. I left the shed, closed it after me, and replaced the removed brick.

Misha said with a smile and he looked at me and waved the magazine that was empty of bullets because it was scattered on the table. "Now put back all the guns together with the exact bullets arranged together, in order in 30 seconds," Marcus said as if he didn't say anything troubling. Meanwhile, our eyes widened. How the heck will we be able to identify the bullets in order? It's not even mixed up and they're all the same! I looked at the bullets and I couldn't even determine which was the first and which was the last. I looked at Marcus, eyeing him if he is fucking serious about what he is trying to do. But he is eyeing us seriously as well.

A single scratch, a drop of their cursed blood, and it’s over. I don’t hesitate, firing a Baobab bullet straight into its heart. It screeches, a sound cut abruptly short as it disintegrates. “Fuck, I love these bullets,” I mutter, reloading. Konstantin chuckles, but it’s cut short as more wolves and vamps emerge. The fight becomes a blur of fur, fangs, and flying stakes. We move as one, a deadly duo born of years fighting, even if it wasn’t side by side.