Silver Bullet Movie Wheelchair Novels & Stories

“Oh, ye-e-es. Sleepy-town life, can you dig it?” Wishing for another subject, anything, Richard watched as a pretty woman in a wheelchair was brought in by her handlers—a physically disabled young blonde, both of her legs amputated. She cradled what appeared to be a plush-toy panda on her lap in twisted hands. They trundled her down the aisle, locking her wheelchair into place next to a pew, and then left her there. “Yes siree, sleepy-town life,” Tommy persisted, crouching behind them. 2

With a hum, a ray of golden light illuminated and shone everywhere. Woody didn't make a move, but rays of golden light weaved into a screen around him, forming a halo that protected him, Alexia, and Ginger. Bullets rained on them from all directions like hailstones. But upon contact with the halo, they were pushed back by a great force and came to a stop. It seemed like time had stopped moving during this bizarre scene. The copper-colored bullets were still spinning slowly despite the huge force they were up against.

Silver: “These are the latest silver bullets crafted from your father’s book like you showed us,” one of the soldiers told me. “Watch what happens when I shoot it at the target compared to a normal bullet.” I watched with eagerness as the soldier shot Rogu who was tied up, with the normal gun, but there was no scratch or reaction from him. However, when the soldier shot his left arm with the crafted silver bullet, Rogu began to writhe and scream out in pain.

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 Adeline shot me in the leg after failing to shoot me in the head. The burn of the silver instantly made my whole body twitch like an animal dying a pathetic death.

“Odell, these are freshly made. Please let me in now. They won’t be nice if they get cold.” Odell ignored her and moved his legs inside. The bodyguard immediately opened the gate for him. Sylvia narrowed her eyes and quickly controlled her wheelchair forward. As she was using an electronic wheelchair, the moment the gate opened, she sprinted inside like a car. Just when she was about to wheel past Odell and enter the mansion, her wheelchair was held back by a strong force all of a sudden, pinning her on the spot. The sudden stop almost threw her off the wheelchair. She turned around and saw Odell’s big hand holding the handle of her wheelchair.

I shut my eyes accepting the shot before I felt Thomas move my body gently so the bullet van met him, immediately it went through his arm. I was so scared at the sight of him getting shot. I could see his blood splash on the ground. I grabbed him immediately, so he wouldn't fall hard on the floor. What in God's name was he thinking about, why will prince Thomas take a bullet for me? Did he not notice it was a silver bullet? He should know the damage that a silver bullet will cause him. A silver bullet can take the life of a werewolf sometimes on the spot. "Are you okay? Mr. Taylor, please, are you okay?" When I sighted the wound on his arm, I felt chills around, it must really hurt him.

The metal projectiles shake slightly in the air, encased in yellow light. However, one bullet managed to come through, whizzing past his left side. He hears a loud grunt from behind him and recognizes it as the prisoner who punched him on the nose. He takes a glance behind him and sees the prisoner bleeding from his left arm through his orange jumpsuit. Another bullet makes it past his defense. Luckily, it hits no one. Goldie looks back at the firing squad ahead of him, still shooting, with most of their bullets still unable to reach him. He gets a feeling that he won’t be able to shield himself and Leonardo for long. The sound of gunfire and yelling is slowly starting to get to him. All he

I just remained silent. "The silver bullet had him on his spinal cord and he has a fifty percent chance of survival." The doctor said with her tone low, clipped with compassion. Then we headed out to another room. And all through as we visited the wounded, I was silent and didn't dare say a word to anyone.

I frown at him for leaving the pack. -Relax Alpha. Billy is holding the fort down- He says through the mind link while smirking. “Shooting what?” Wade asks, raising his brow. “I would assume silver bullets,” I say, realization hitting me as I look down at my now blood-covered hands. If Maggie was shot with silver, there is no way for her body to recover from it until the silver bullet gets removed. “Shit,” Wade mutters. “We need to get her to a sterile place. Where is Alpha Angus?” he asks.