Silver Bullet Movie Wheelchair Novels & Stories

“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.”

"I'll see you on the other side.." I couldn't move. My hands were fisted at my sides, my ribs burning so hard I could barely stand straight. "Rosette-" my voice cracked. "Push," Alexander repeated. The Sons gave a single, synchronized heave. The heavy steel wheelchair skidded across the slick rock, the wheels screeching against the stone before hitting the empty air. Rosette didn't scream. She didn't even blink. She just kept her eyes locked on mine as the weight of the iron frame dragged her down into the air.

“Did you forget Francesco pushed you off the cliff and rendered your left leg almost useless? Now, you can't work without relying on your walking stick. Do you mind losing Alice too?” Marshall only smiled while I threatened him. He rubbed his face with his left hand for a few seconds. “You are testing our patience, right?” Bullet questioned. Marshall ignored her and placed his hands on the wheelchair's armrest before he struggled to get his feet. He raised his gaze to meet mine and with a hard kick, he sent the wheelchair rolling backward. My heartbeat increased rapidly and my eyes shone brightly. The ground nearly opened up and swallowed me. I shouldn't have lived to witness such a moment?

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

I inform him. The world moves in slow motion as I watch Jackson round the front of the Impala. I feel I’m walking through a movie and not my real life. The hood is bent inward from the passenger side. With the crumpled metal of the red car attached to ours, Jackson must walk around it, too. He pulls the other driver’s head off the horn, leaning him back in his seat. “Taylor, go sit down in the grass!” Jackson shouts at me. I jolt from my frozen stance and nod, turning toward the grass, my lower back pain returning.

When I was sure that no one was watching, I tampered with their bicycle’s brakes. In the next few minutes, I quickly moved back to my wheelchair when Sage, Silas, and Silver came outside, running toward their bicycle. Their faces were filled with glee and those spoiled brats walked past me like they didn’t just see me. While Silas and Sage hopped on their bicycles, Silver told them that he wanted to get water. While he walked in my direction, he paused in his tracks, locking his eyes with me. He frowned instantly. “Why are you looking at me, Mae?”

As I walked the steps leading me inside with my dribbling feet, Bonnie came from behind. "Alpha Silas, please sit on the wheelchair, or else…" I harshly turned around and shoved the wheelchair off his hands. The wheelchair bounced down the stairs with its scratching sound.

Then, she tried to yank him up and leave the room, “Come on. We have to see it!” She stopped after taking several steps. Elliot might be able to walk after her treatment, but he couldn’t very well have sprinted a few days after that. He needed the wheelchair. So, she took his hand, put him back in the wheelchair, and started wheeling him out of the room! He was grinning. He followed her guidance the entire way. She looked adorable when she paused and thought of him! A team of bodyguards blocked off Zayn in the hallway. Baxter was holding Amber and asking her, “What’s wrong?”

She smiles at me and I roll my eyes. “May I help you?” She asks while gesturing to the wheelchair. It looks like a really expensive modern one. “Mmhmm,” I mumble. Sue helps me get into the wheelchair and soon she rolls me out of the room. She explains to me that the wheelchair is electric but they locked off a lot of its functions for some personal reasons. “Where is Chris? Is he okay?” I ask Sue as she rolls me through a long hallway that looks like an art exhibit.

I told myself it was so if he needed help, I was right there, but really, I did not want to leave her side. “Was the bullet laced with silver?” Blake asked as he inspected the wound, pulling a vial with white powder from his bag and springling it in the bullet wound that was still oozing blood, though at this point I knew she should be out of blood, she should have died already, and yet she was holding on. “Silver? Why would a bullet be laced with silver?” I asked, frowning at the three people around me as they all glanced at each other uncomfortably. Were the stories true? Was silver a weakness of theirs?