Novel & Cerita Stephen King Silver Bullet Book

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.”

Gently, I pulled Kelvin’s head into my lap. Kelvin moaned, a sound so raw and helpless, that it cleaved my heart in two. I turned to Kael, my hands trembled as I gripped his wrist, feeling a weak pulse, but there. The smell of gunshots hit my nose like a knife to the gut. And not just any bullets, but one made with silver. Silver bullets are a wolf’s worst nightmare, potent threats capable of bringing even the strongest among us to our knees. “Who did this to you…” I whispered.

They chew and burn their way through the paranormal beings attacking the clubhouse. Blaze! Kane! Where are you two? We need you! I see you! Watch out! Kane, get down! Now! Blaze, what the fuck are they shooting? Oh god! No! Please no! They've got fucking silver bullets! Aiden! They got silver bullets! Get every one out! Get out now! I keep scanning the crowd. Until all the air leaves my lungs. I grab my chest and look down. I'm not hit, but I can feel the burn of the silver bullet lodged there.

There was only one dreadful explanation to this phenomenon: the bullet was made from silver! Silver—a lethal metal for all werewolves. Its mere touch could disrupt our regeneration, spelling certain doom if not immediately fatal. 'It's the same silver bullet, child,' echoed a familiar voice in my mind. Starlight, my wolf, had finally resurfaced from a deep slumber. ‘Starlight!’ I called out inwardly, relief washing over me. ‘I thought you were gone!’ Starlight shook her head. ‘I’m recovering. And adjusting to a new body wasn’t exactly easy after any wolf died to silver bullets,’ she continued.

After a few twists with a hairpin, the door swung open, and she stared at a smaller basement lined with more racks, but rather than wines, they were occupied by boxes. Belinda smiled to herself. She knew more secrets of the Knight family than anybody gave her credit for. Entering the room, she stuck her hand into one of the many unsealed boxes and pulled out a silver bullet. She then took a good look at it. Her skin burned where it touched the silver, but not nearly as painfully as it would have been for a full werewolf. Taking out a handkerchief from her hoodie's pocket, she placed the bullet in it. This would be the key to destroying her family.

I sighed, trying to take control of the situation and move forward. “And this is why you should have let us get that BB gun. I bet silver bullets would be helpful.” River interjected. “River, this isn’t a monster movie. We don’t even know if silver is harmful to werewolves. And I stand by my decision not to keep guns in my house.” I sighed. “Well, River is correct. Silver is harmful to werewolves. Silver poisoning can kill if untreated and a bullet to the heart or head does the job no matter what kind of round it is.” Hale stated.

she laughed and pulled a gun out of her pocket and fired at me in the blink of an eye. I barely got a moment to dodge the silver bullet. I fired at her head, but she easily dodged it and continued firing silver bullets at me. I had nowhere to hide, and I was still finding it hard to get up because of the effect of the silver knife. A silver bullet would take me out almost instantly.

Sarah asked. "What does an ex hunter need a silver bullet for?" Badoo asked. " Nice question but answer it yourself what is a silver bullet used for?" Sarah asked. "To kill a Supernatural creature." Badoo said. "Exactly." Sarah said with a smile. Oscorb walked briskly and then stopped in front of a big tube in which was a black gummy liquid squeezing to break out. "Well we've given them enough time to recover from the first attack." He said and then struggled.

My senses were on full alert at the mention of the bullets. “Something like that.” He chuckled. “Word reached me about those things, and I’ve been trying to deal with them on my own ever since. Silver takes them down for a little bit, but it doesn’t kill them. You’re lucky I got to you when I did. Any later and you’d have been a monster snack.” “I don’t understand. You clearly know what I am, why did you bother saving me from that thing? Don’t you hunters, ya know, hunt us?”

I grunted in pain as she managed to discard all the four bullets in my arm, putting them into a bowl. She then retrieved one, which she showed to me. “Silver bullets, Collins. What happened to you? This isn't a joke, please. Whoever wanted to kill you, wanted you dead.” She proceeded to sniff them, “Just like I suspected, dipped in garlic and a ginger mixture. One of these in your chest region, and you would've considered your Alpha status gone. Silver bullets don't spare even the strongest of wolves, brother.” I stared at the bullet in her hand, which was covered by the plastic emergency gloves worn by the nurses.