Novel & Cerita Silver Bullet Movie Werewolf

When she shifted, I could make out several deep bruises on his torso too, alive did not mean whole indeed. I huffed, feeling satisfied, as she dropped her prisoner on top of Valerian's, both wolves indifferent to the whimpers of pain coming from the males on the floor. "Sir, you were hit." Sophia gestured to his chest, pointing a clawed finger to the particular spot where the shotgun blast had grazed my ribs under his left arm. I felt the burning sting of silver but it was minor. Silver was one of the ways to kill a werewolf, asides from decapitation and wolfsbane, and it stung like a motherfucker. My body would force the silver out and if it didn't come out on its own, a healer or doctor co

Silver may burn and be extremely deadly to a werewolf inside and out but to a vampire, it is uncomfortable on the skin and dulls their senses. Silver does the most damage to a vampire when it is in their bloodstream, as the Royal family has already found out. If Scarlett hadn't been a hybrid, the silver she ingested with that blood would have killed her, but then there is now a rumour going around that the werewolf Alpha that was holding Scarlett was experimenting with silver, making it so he could stand having silver in his blood so that when a vampire bit into him they would be affected by the silver.

My voice sounded unfamiliar to my own ears. The doctor hesitated. “We did our best,” he began carefully. “But he had already lost a significant amount of blood before the surgery.” My heart dropped. “It was silver bullets,” he continued. “And he was hit twice.” Arthur cursed under his breath. Silver. For a werewolf, silver wasn’t just metal. It was poison. “Is he alive?” I demanded, gripping the edge of the wall for support. The doctor nodded slowly. “He’s alive. For now.”

The werewolf was a strong one though, and kept his face and body unfazed. "You seem like the type who can take some torture seeing as how stubborn you are," Wilson said, annoyed as the werewolf was not responding to him as he wanted. "Fine, fine," Wilson said after he finished eating, getting the syringe with the liquid silver mixture, "Time for your night doze", and with that said, Wilson gave the werewolf a shot.

“/He, uh. Collects antiques. He’s got a couple of vampire killing kits./” “/Silver bullets for vampires?/” Reese sounds puzzled. “/That wouldn’t work!/” “/They’d work on werewolves though, right?/” “/Is a silver inlay inscription enough?/” Sarah asks “/It would be better than nothing?/” The effect of silver varies depending on the werewolf. A few are so sensitive to it that it can send them into an allergic shock. Mostly, it’ll just make them itch unless it goes through the skin, but if it does then the wound will heal more slowly, depending on how much silver is involved. Silver in the eyes will blind a werewolf, until it heals, which can take days.

Most of them were in their wolf forms, which means they must've shifted trying to defend themselves but failed. Her mom was the first person she spotted when she reached her destination, but she quickly hid behind a tree when she saw the scene in front of her. Two bulky guys had her mom pinned down, unable to move. The soldiers were crowding in fear to the side to watch the whole scene go down, 'what the hell, where is the Alpha?!' She thought, why was her mom the only one who seemed to be held responsible for this; Harlow watched as another guy, bulky and tall, had a silver gun aimed at the crowded group- people from Crescent-pack were...dead. Silver guns were a weapon no werewolf in the wo

Using the momentum of her hips, she drove the blade deep into the rogue's body. It was a custom self-defense dagger, its core packed with high-purity liquid silver. Squelch—! "AAAGH!!!" "You bitch!" The rogue never expected Elena to be carrying a silver weapon—a literal death sentence for a werewolf. Stabbed through the shoulder and his femoral artery, the liquid silver began searing his blood. He collapsed to the floor, let out a gut-wrenching scream. The second rogue let out a roar, his eyes turning bloodshot. Like a rabid beast, he lunged forward to help his partner.

"No! Hailey, no! You don't get to leave me! Do you hear me? You don't get to leave!" His voice was getting farther away. Or maybe I was the one drifting. It was hard to tell. I felt pressure on my chest. Someone trying to stop the bleeding. But there was so much blood. I could smell it, metallic and sharp. "The bullets were silver," someone said. Edward maybe? "She's not healing." Silver. Of course. Silver bullets were lethal to werewolves. Our supernatural healing couldn't fight against silver poisoning. "Then get it out! Cut it out of her if you have to!"

“Shit! Never. I would never surrender to them. So who is this unknown enemy of ours? He asked. "Sir, it’s the-." He was rudely interrupted when another blast hit close. It was so close that we could see the house melting. The blast was composed of one thing only. Silver. They had melted silver and put it in fireballs. Silver was the only thing that could send a werewolf to the world beyond. As the blast hit the house, we could see the bodies of our pack members on the floor. They melt off and disappear. At the sight of that, my heart almost escaped my body. I had never seen something as gruesome as this.

My fingers finally closed around the small can. The second they ripped my jacket open, I pulled it out and slammed the nozzle. Silver dust sprayed into their faces. They screamed and staggered back. But in the struggle, some of the powder sprayed back onto my arm. The searing pain made me cry out. Silver is poison to werewolves. "Fuck! The bitch has silver!" the rogues cursed, clutching their burned faces. "What do we do? She's hurt bad!" "Call him! If she dies, we're all screwed!"