Reverse Bullets Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Bullets flew! Outside the office building's lobby, the Langley family's martial arts elites, lurking in the dark with their latest anti-material sniper rifles in hand, opened fire simultaneously. The bullets flew through the air at high speeds, leaving fiery scarlet lines that followed the trajectory set by the infrared rays aimed at Alexander and Amber! "Alexander!" Amber let out a cry of alarm and instinctively stepped in front of Alexander, using her body to block the attack on her husband! Stupid woman! Alexander gave Amber a warm look, stroking her soft hair with his left hand and slowly raising his right hand. Buzz! The air in the lobby appeared to have been frozen. The sniper's bull

Lila crawled forward, her scream tearing from her lungs. Lucas lunged again, but too late. Arika spun, aimed, and fired. The gunshot echoed like thunder. The bullet struck Lucas in the forehead. Time slowed. His body twisted mid-air, momentum failing him. The silver bullet burned as it tore through flesh and bone. He hit the floor with a hollow thud, eyes still open. Dead. “LUCAS!” Lila screamed so loudly the walls seemed to tremble. She dragged herself across the floor, each movement excruciating. Blood from her wounds mixed with the blood pooling beneath him. Her trembling fingers touched his fur—still warm. Still soft.

Different targets started moving horizontally, making the target a bit more difficult than the still one. I shot my first bullet, hitting my target's head as different images started flashing in my head. I saw images of my daughter and wide as I kept pulling the trigger. Images of Joe when he was bitten by the infected flashed in my head also, making me feel vexed with myself. Images of me escaping from the horde of infected in the compound and the way I almost ran Austin over, flashed in my head as I kept pulling the trigger of the Glock-22 pistol.

"Now, if you fucking love your life and wish to see the sunrise tomorrow, I suggest you quietly use the door. Now!" Instantly, people began to walk out of the door. "Don't try anything stupid." The plan was simple, their target was not going to join the herds of people walking out right now. He would never. The bouncer was still on the ground, groaning in pain. His leg was healing at all. It won't. The bullets were not just laced with silver, they were made out of silver and garlic juice. When almost everyone was out of the club, James turned around and saw a man and a young lady sitting across the counter unbothered by what was happening.

Rebecca countered, her eyes glinting with malice. "Fine then, try me," Kimberly dared, her eyes flashing with defiance. Without hesitation, Rebecca raised her gun and began firing silver bullets at the magical shield. The bullets shattered into tiny pieces as soon as they touched the bubble, clattering onto the floor. Kimberly sneered, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Let the game begin.”

Bullets cut through air thick with the scent of gasoline, blood, and betrayal. And we run straight into it. “Left!” Matteo shouts, his voice barely audible over the chaos. I duck, slide behind a toppled marble lion, and fire twice. Two bodies drop. I don’t wait to see if they’re dead. That mercy is gone. They’re wearing Rafael’s colors—black, gold-trimmed. Pretentious even in war. Matteo barrels forward beside me, sweat clinging to his skin, jaw clenched like he’s biting down on every scream. We move like we’ve trained for this. Like death has been our dance partner all along.

I crouch down next to him, my hand on his arm, and he looks up at me. He looks fine, but he’s holding something, his face grimacing as he does. He lifts it up and hands it to me. My hand starts itching as I look down at the bullet in my hand and let it fall to the ground. Issac’s teeth grind, “It’s not just silver. They’re somehow mixed the two. Their bullets can take out the regular wolves and the golden wolves. They’ve had to have been preparing for this for a while.” He says through gritted teeth and my wide eyes land on the bullet again.

They had already explained their plans to their parents and that’s why Lucifer and Albert took the risk to run without discussing things. “Do you really think that they will use bombs and explosions?” Nathan asked Maddie while tearing off a vampire whom she shot first, and he killed the next. This was their plan. Ten of them will shoot vampires with the bullets made up of silver filled with wolfsbane, ashes of Ashwood, and white oak, and their fellow wolf would take them down. The bullets served two purposes in one go. They could hit both rogue wolves and vampires with them. The presence of ashes inside the bullets could slow down vampires, giving them a window of a few seconds to kill them.

“You know bullets don't work on these things. The same way betas were banned from using guns here is the way it is there. Swords, Katana, or crossbows are approved.” “Yeah,” I affirmed. “Bullets aren't made of silver, so werewolves' quick healing helps them recover faster, dissolving the bullet within. And the witches, you gun wouldn't work at all.” “Tell me about it,” Zack leaned forward. “I've seen witches freeze bullets in the air. What the hell. It's as if the bullets respond to—” Zack's phone rang loudly, stopping him. “Excuse me, Alpha,” he pleaded. “I need to take this.”

I mumbled, not knowing whether to reassure Elias or to reassure myself. After a while of struggling, I finally got two bullets out. These bullets are specially designed; their tails are pretty small, but their heads are enormous. This is the first time I have seen such a cruel design. When I took the bullet out, it was like a hook, sticking firmly into Elias's flesh. I wanted to curse whoever created it. Would he want to experience his evil design? After taking out the bullet, I wiped the blood from the outside of the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder on it, then carefully bandaged it. Next were a few shots under his thighs, and after I was done processing, the bandage on Elias's back was a