Silver Bullet Full Movie Novels & Stories

The man stared deeply into my eyes. “His blood is your blood.” He turned to Daire “Her blood is your blood” He picked the goblet up and poured the remainder of the liquid on to both of us. “You. Are. Krvna.” The Man Hunched over again The chanting started up again. The liquid started to seep into my skin. It moved to the place that Daire had cut me. It danced on my skin healing the wound. As the wound healed a symbol started to form. A blood red bow with frayed tassels was all that remained. The bow around us slipped away. I could move again. Daire scooped me up into his arms. I hugged him back tightly.

“It didn’t. But surviving may be the crueler fate for you… for any wolf, actually.” Sylvia recoiled inside me. The wolf’s presence flinched at his words, and I felt the thinness of her like a cold wind. “What are you talking about?” I demanded. Vladimir’s eyes gleamed. “You think surviving means you won. You have no idea what that bullet actually did.” He stepped closer, savoring the moment. “The silver inside that bullet wasn’t ordinary. It was prepared specifically for this, and it carried something far more dangerous than metal.”

Bryce asked, however, a frown appeared on Zarius' face. "That is no ordinary silver bullet." Zarius said, suddenly and the others turned to look at him. "Oh, what do you think?" Nate asked, moving closer to the Beta with curious eyes. "During the war against the hunters, we extracted different kinds of silver bullets and studied every single one of them. That bullet has the ability to kill once it enters the skin." Zarius explained, with a frown on his face. The study was silent for a moment and Roman asked, "Then how do you think Ariel got the bullet and the gun?"

One of the men raised his weapon. The shot came faster than Damien anticipated. The bullet struck his side with brutal force. The pain was immediate and different from any ordinary wound. It burned. Silver did not simply pierce flesh; it poisoned it. Fire spread through his veins, and the half-formed shift halted violently inside him. His vision blurred as the wolf howled in agony. Silver. They had come prepared. A second shot fired, missing him and embedding into the brick wall. Damien staggered, pressing a hand to his side as blood soaked through his shirt. The men advanced cautiously now, aware that they had wounded something dangerous.

The gun barked, a single deafening shot. Bianca jerked back, hand flying to her chest where blood bloomed like a crimson flower. A silver bullet. She gasped, staggering against the wall, claws extending as she scratched at the wound, as if she could dig out the poison before it spread. Silver… lethal to wolves, burning through veins like acid, shutting down organs one by one. Only I and my mates were resistant, thanks to my Lynix blood. Bianca wasn’t. She slid down the wall, eyes wide with shock, breath coming in wet rattles.

Even though I could outrun them, I couldn't leave Tyrell, Cleo, or the rest at their mercy. "I'm not leaving you here," I answered, still backing up from the slowly approaching hunters, silver weapons in hand. Silver has never been used on me, so I didn't know what the feeling was like. I was about to find out as one of the hunters lunged at me. I shrieked back, yelping, waiting for a scorching pain. It never came. When I looked back up, Tyrell had thrown himself over the hunters who were approaching me. They were all on the floor.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

“By your ancestor, the one who bound us in chains of blood. But blood chains can be broken. You are the key.” Before Kaelen could speak, Elira loosed her arrow. It whistled through the air, striking the vampire cleanly in the chest. For a moment, Kaelen thought she had killed him—then the creature looked down, plucked the arrow free, and smiled wider. “That was unkind,” he murmured. The others moved then, rushing forward in a blur of speed that made Kaelen’s breath catch. He raised the iron poker, ridiculous weapon that it was, and braced himself. The same fire that had exploded within him before sparked at the edges of his mind, hot and wild.

Big enough for only one bullet. “One, silver bullet,” Damon tilts his head, his insightful eyes penetrating me, “may I?” I put the cute piece on his open palm. I’m already in love with it. He switches on the safe and presses under the barrel, which opens with a clear click, showing the inside of the finger-thick barrel -- at its end lying a thin, sharp-head bullet, glittering the unique shine of silver. “I don’t expect you to keep your weapon for too long in a fight, hence the one bullet,” He explains as he puts the gun back together, “Easy to hide and easy to use. With enough pure silver to kill a full-grown wolf, even as powerful as me.”

He lifted the gun just as I gritted my teeth and lunged at him. I was stopped by the explosion of the gun and then the piercing feeling of the bullet. I gasped and was taken down immediately. I heard the sound go off again and I dropped the phone beside me. I could hear Carter yelling my name; no doubt hearing the gunshots. Normal bullets don’t usually cause this much damage or hurt. But as soon as the bullet plunged into my stomach, I knew for certain that these weren’t normal bullets. Silver. Pure silver was the only thing that could be used to hurt or even kill vampires. Well, that and fire. We aren’t fireproof.