Silver Bullet Full Movie Novels & Stories

Alpha Kyle handed the bullet, wrapped in a thin plastic, to the healer. With a cold smile, the healer stared at the bullet. “This is a blood ritual silver bullet, my Alpha. To get ahold of this powerful silver bullet, the perpetrator must have lost a lot of blood to be able to form such a dangerous weapon against you, my Alpha.” “A blood bullet?” Alpha Kyle’s eyes grew in astonishment. “I’ll have a cleansing tea sent to Beta Logan; that will help him feel more relieved. His wounds will heal faster too if he bonds with his mate.” The healer said.

Zee asked him. “What do you mean I’m in a hurry? Am I supposed to wait forever before asking for the result of the job I gave you?!” Steve yelled angrily. “Why do I feel like you are passing aggression?” Zee murmured. “What did you say?!” “Nothing. I would hurry those in charge of her case.” “Those in charge? I want you to find the information yourself. It is of top priority.” Steve ordered. “It’s a celebrity gist, what has that got to do with me? I am a financial investigator for crying out loud!!!” Zee protested

The tears piling up in Ethan's eyes finally fell down his cheeks as he turned back to look at Boston who was still gathering the bullets into the bag. Just as Ethan was busy with George's corpse, Boston was busy checking out the bullets in the gun and he instantly came to a standstill. "Silver!" He blurted out, making Ethan turn to look at him sharply. "What?" "The bullet that had knocked the wolf out was made of silver!!" Boston yelled at the top of his voice and rushed to where Ethan stood. "We've used aluminum, brass, and iron but none had been able to take them out except the silver bullets!" He exclaimed in excitement.

we could smell the shock and fear in the room and it delighted me so much that we couldn't hide the smirk on our face "Oh, shit, bro..." Brice screeched out. We smiled at him and kicked Beta Jackson's kneecap, discapacitating him, which resulted in him letting out another wave of bawls heard from him. Right now, the whole pack was on their knees, frightened to their core. Those that could not handle the sight and pain they were feeling from their connection to the beta fainted, while the rest were finding it difficult to breathe. We look at them, glad at what we are seeing but not fully satisfied.

They all clash in a storm behind my ribs. “You arrogant bastard!” I scream, drawing the gun with trembling hands and aiming at his throat. I pull the trigger. The silver bullet cuts through the air and strikes his neck. His laughter turns to agony as he crashes to the ground, howling in pain so loud it tears through the forest like thunder. The sound slices into my bones. He thrashes, howls and convulses, the silver searing him from the inside out. I stumble back, hand over my mouth. I hadn’t thought it would work. I hadn’t thought…

We run. We're almost at the exit before a shot explodes. Malcolm hunches forward with a grunt, dropping me. "Bloody hell," he grits in that gravel tone. I peek around at his back. "Shit." Red pools from his back and he shifts back into his mortal form almost instantly. So far Malcolm had seemed to weather off every bullet, but this is no ordinary bullet. The name comes to me quickly. Silver. The longer the substance stays in his system, the faster he will weaken.

The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked gasps, horrified whispers, and stunned silence. Alpha Asher's eyes widened in horror, his face pale. "How on earth did someone deep in the werewolf realm come to be shot with a silver bullet?" he asked, his voice trembling. Alpha Cochram's brow furrowed in confusion. "And how could Ryker die from a bullet wound? He should have healed naturally, shouldn't he?" Thane's expression was somber, but determined. "The silver bullet isn't like ordinary bullets, Cochram. From what I have witnessed, one single silver bullet is capable of bringing about the death of a werewolf, either instantly or eventually."

I couldn't even tell if they were real or fake tears, but if they were really fake, DAMN I give the Morettis a 100 for their good acting skills. “Sorry about my wife, Mr. Silver. We're just really worried about Anya, we heard she was unconscious and kidnapped.” The voice forced me to turn around immediately, my gaze turning into a glare instantly. “If I were you Salvatore, I'd be on my knees in the next five seconds before I fucking lose it on you.” His eyes widened in confusion for some seconds then realization kickedin when his eyes fell on Anya properly, his face going pale when he met my eyes again.

He told me that there was nothing to worry about since werewolves heal incredibly fast, but by the looks of it, it didn't seem like he was even healing at all. "Dylan?" He turned to me in response with his eyebrows raised in question. "Yeah?" "Your injury...it's getting worse, isn't it?" The brief moment of hesitation before he smiled reassuringly and shook his head was all I needed to know that my suspicions were correct. I remembered Enzo telling me that he was shot in the chest with a pure silver bullet and just barely managed to dodge it. Silver is fatal to werewolves. "Don't lie to me."

she laughed and pulled a gun out of her pocket and fired at me in the blink of an eye. I barely got a moment to dodge the silver bullet. I fired at her head, but she easily dodged it and continued firing silver bullets at me. I had nowhere to hide, and I was still finding it hard to get up because of the effect of the silver knife. A silver bullet would take me out almost instantly.