Silver Bullet Movie Wheelchair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The black screen reflected Luna’s face back at her. Motionless, cold, and pale. The security room seemed to disappear around her. The injured guards, the flashing alarms, and the frightened employees. Everything faded into background noise. Because only one sentence remained. One sentence. One impossible sentence. The silver bullet was never meant for Desmond.

I dove behind the nearest medical bed, hauling Angela and Adam with me as bullets tore through the air where we'd been standing. The rounds weren't normal ammunition—they punched through reinforced medical equipment like it was paper, leaving smoking holes that stank of ozone and burned metal. "Silver-core rounds," Ruth called from behind her overturned desk. "Designed to disrupt supernatural healing." Great. Because regular bullets weren't challenging enough. "Stay down," I told Angela, who was still writhing in pain from whatever Adam's abilities were doing to her. "Keep him quiet if you can."

A silver bullet would take me out almost instantly. I had my cybernetic arm in front of my face to protect my head and was twisted on the floor like a pretzel to cover the vulnerable parts of my body. I heard a bullet hit my cybernetic arm and deflect away. I continued using it as my only shield while trying to drag my body out of the container. "AHHHHH!" I screamed when she shot me in the leg after failing to shoot me in the head. The burn of the silver instantly made my whole body wriggle like an animal dying a pathetic death. This got her to stop and laugh.

"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!"

POV: Maya Time fractured into slow motion. Nathan's finger squeezed the trigger. I saw it happening, saw the mechanism engage, saw the hammer fall. The muzzle flashed bright in the darkness. The bullet left the barrel. Silver. Deadly. Aimed directly between my eyes. I couldn't move. The warriors still held me down, pinning my body to the blood-soaked snow. I could only watch death come for me at nine hundred feet per second. Then something massive slammed into me from the side.The silver bullet meant for my skull tore through flesh and bone. But not mine.

The mysterious man ripped the part of my dress where my punctured shoulder was. “H- hey! W- what are you doing?” I yelled as I tried to struggle, yet I could not since my body was too weak because of the silver bullet in me. “Don’t move,” he calmly said as he gazed into my eyes. I did not know how and why, but I got silent and stared at him as he touched my wound. “Don’t touch it,” I warned him. “There is a silver bullet inside. You might get hurt.” “I am not a weakling that gets burned by a mere silver bullet,” he answered indifferently.

They ended up with 15 years because the circumstances surrounding their case were so bad. After Casper woke up, he could not accept reality. He threatened to kill himself and demanded to see Jenny at least once. I went with Jenny. Casper’s eyes were sunken, his face was waxy yellow, and he was so thin he was almost out of shape as he lay on the hospital bed. The bullet comments appeared again, silent on the screen that only I could see. [Things are so bad for the male lead! He ended up as a eunuch... No, a cripple.]

The bulletproof glass door reflected with the fluorescent light. He sat in his wheelchair with a cast on his leg. He must have sensed my presence and looked up, meeting my gaze. He smirked, brightly. His eyes lit up with excitement. “You didn't take a while,” he said.

Why was she in a wheelchair? Scarlett couldn’t hold back any longer. She rushed forward, only to be stopped by Leon’s assistant. “Let me go!” she shouted, struggling with all her strength. Sarah’s voice cut through the air, sharp and unwavering. “Let her go.” Leon hesitated, thrown off by the sheer force in her tone. After a moment, he waved a hand. His assistant backed away. Scarlett finally reached her, dropping to a crouch beside the wheelchair. Her eyes went straight to Sarah’s bandaged hands and feet.

He held the wooden stick in one hand and used the other to drive his electric wheelchair forward. Originally, it was impossible for him to catch up to them as his wheelchair was very slow. Zayn, who was about to get in the car, saw that Cecilia’s lips were dry. It was afraid that the old lady would be thirsty, so he went to buy a few bottles of water. Neo then exhausted all of his strength to raise the wooden stick to hit Zayn on his head. If Neo had struck Zayn, then Zayn would either be dead or injured. It was fortunate that Hana, who acted quickly, used her body to block it. Right at the moment when she blocked the stick from hitting Zayn, Hana tilted her head and that wooden stick violen