Riding The Bullet Book Novels & Stories

I didn't know that Rico is as bold as Joe described him to be. "Lint at exactly two o'clock!" The man beside my car shouted as bullets went off. I can see her bobbing up and down, dodging the bullets. I crouch low on the tire of the car and aim, closing one of my eyes. I breathe in and out and pressed the trigger, trusting my father's words, 'Not a bullet must go wasted with the gun on a West's hand.' Those trips to the forest have not gone wasted after all.

The echo of dripping water from a loose tap filled the silence, and Bella's reflection in the mirror looked almost ghostly beneath the harsh light. An uneasy weight settled in her chest. Her pulse quickened for no clear reason, a warning whispering from deep inside her. Something's wrong. Unbeknownst to her, one of Riven's top men — a shadow among shadows — crouched silently in the farthest stall. His presence was like the faint shift of air before a storm. They called him Bullet Man, not for his speed alone, but for how cleanly he struck — swift, precise, and without trace.

Everything slowed. I saw the flash of fire at the muzzle, the puff of smoke curling into the stale air. I saw the bullet tearing toward me, fast and merciless, cutting through space with a scream only my mind could hear. My heart lurched. My limbs refused to move. I was frozen. The bullet was coming straight at me, I couldn't move out of the way. I was going to die. I was really going to die. And then, a body blurred into my vision. The sound of impact tore the breath from my lungs. The bullet never touched me. Instead, it sank into Kaidon’s back with a sickening thud.

“Better hell than hunted.” What I didn’t say? This might be the last place I wasn’t. The Bullet was everything I remembered. Dark. Loud. Half hazed with smoke and attitude. A biker bar through and through—leather and grit and muscle. But it was also familiar. Safe. Hannah guided me past a row of men playing pool, their laughter low and rough like gravel. No one stopped us. No one said a damn thing. But I could feel the eyes. One guy—tall, inked, a scar through one brow—gave me a once-over like he was cataloging damage. I stared back, daring him to ask. He didn’t.

Then I hear a click as he closes his eyes. I stand firmly; I take the grip of my Ruger tight into my hands. The coldness of the steel sends adrenaline racing through my body. There is no greater feeling of power that surges through your veins. I feel completely invisible as I focus my eyes on Roman. With only a slight touch of the trigger, there is a bullet that enters the chamber. I can feel it move as smooth as silk; then, what seems like less than an inch second, the gun slightly jolts as the bullet snaps out the chamber. I watch it travel with perfect precision and pierce into Sloane’s soft skin. As he falls backward, I move closer and pump another one in his chest.

I need to do something, and I need to do it fast. I pick up the gun that is laying by my feet. It feels cold and foreign in my hands. I have never held one before today. My hands are shaking uncontrollably. It is now or never. The man is so focused on Lilliana, his rage is getting the better of him. He does not see me take aim. I close my eyes and pull the trigger. There is a loud bang and violent after-shock as the bullet leaves the gun. When I open my eyes both the man and Lilliana are lying on the ground. Who did the bullet hit? My whole body is trembling violently. What have I done? “Lil, Lilliana!” I call out to her, failing to keep the trembling out of my voice. I am met with silence.

None of my people or allies were back there, so I fired without hesitation. The bullet lodged between the shifter’s eyes. I hadn’t practiced shooting often, but I wouldn’t complain about hitting my target. Callie, I’m coming, Bodey replied. He’d mistaken my surprise for something worse. I’m fine. Focus on your own fight. Something clamped down on my hiking boot and started dragging me a few feet off the ground. I swung my arms, careful not to fire the rifle, just as the lighter wolf swiped at my side.

The bullet flew straight out of the barrel, landing just inches away from my chest, my whole body numb in shock as I toppled backwards and fell to the ground. My body seared with agony, as my hand leapt to my chest, only to find that my shirt was soaked with blood. “Oh no...” I whispered, trembling, tears rolling down my cheeks as my body continued to burn with pain. How was I going to survive this? How was I going to survive this? And leave Lily alone, without her mother or father... Left to fend for herself...? BOOK 2 1 mama Later on that night... I used all of the strength that I had inside of me to go back to the camp that night.

Every instinct screamed at me to survive, to get Luca out of this alive. Then the first shot rang out. The bullet grazed the gas tank of my bike, sending sparks flying. I twisted the handlebars, narrowly avoiding a second shot that shattered the headlight. The world became a blur of motion, firelight, and deafening noise. Bishop’s laughter rang out, cruel and victorious. “You think you can escape me?” I clenched my jaw. “Watch me.” We swerved through the desert terrain, dodging gunfire, broken trees, and flaming debris. Luca held on tight, his knuckles white on my arm. I could feel the tension in his body—he was terrified—but he trusted me. That was all that mattered.

Anna's POV The gunshot exploded through the chamber, a deafening roar that shattered the heavy silence, and a single silver bullet sliced through the air, cutting right through the shimmering wall of energy without slowing down at all. I watched it come toward me in slow motion, the metallic flash reflecting in my wide eyes, but I couldn't move a single muscle to dodge it. The bullet struck the exact center of my chest, burying itself deep into my flesh, and a sharp, white-hot sting flared out across my ribs, making my breath catch instantly.