Novel & Cerita Stephen King Silver Bullet Book

“Of course, how do you think I got them.” One by one she places each silver bullet within the gun magazine before loading it into the gun. She doesn’t wince once from touching the silver bullets, no marks on her finger tips…not even a sign of holding silver. Which for our kind is one of the most lethal substances still around today that can kill us. “How did you just do that?” I snatch her fingers into my hands, inspecting her soft skin for painful marks of burns. “Do what?” She looks at me as if I have gone insane, that I’m the one acting weird.

She pulled the trigger and a silver bullet sailed smoothly through the air. A whistling sound was heard, creating a chilling sensation that conjured up visions of pain as the silver bullet tore through skin and flesh. Everyone held their breath. As werewolves, they were well aware that silver bullets were one of their major weaknesses. Undoubtedly, if the silver bullet hit the golden wolf, he would be paralyzed instantly. However, it wasn't that easy for Mireya to incapacitate the golden wolf. Her first shot was dodged with a simple jump, as well as the second and third shots.

~Emily~ She had just finished eating the beef stew and cornbread her brothers had brought her. She was still mostly in shock about what she’d found out earlier. The men that shot her used silver. They knew. Silver wasn’t as potent to them as the movies and books would make you think. However it was very dangerous. Just like the limestone in the dungeon, it prevented them from healing. It stayed in their blood stream and wound poison them eventually if they didn’t get a antidote quickly.

He watched me from the distance, aimed, and then fired. “Fuck.” I failed to dodge the bullet, forgetting I was no longer immune to silver. The bullet sank into my chest and pain blinded me, worse than I had felt in a century. I felt the poison of the silver bullet start its work immediately, spreading rapidly. It felt uncomfortable at first, then it started to feel like vines with vice grips yanking at everything on its part as it spread. “Fuck,” I muttered again, watching as a warrior tackled my shooter while I went down.

I reached the man holding Violet and without thinking, I lunged at him and as sunk my sharp fangs into his neck. His blood spurted into my mouth, hot and metallic, and moaned for a moment before recoiling in horror at what I had done. But there was no time to think. Another man raised his gun and fired at me. I saw the silver bullet coming, but instead of pain, I felt… nothing. Silver couldn't hurt me anymore. All werewolves could die from silver bullets, but it seemed to not affect me. The men’s faces twisted in fear as they watched the bullet do nothing to me. "She’s a demon," one of them whispered, backing away.

She leaned over and put two shots into the man, making sure he stayed down. Then she heard another series of shots and her arm exploded in pain as silver bullets ripped through it in two places. She quickly collapsed to her knees, trying to avoid going into shock. She'd never been hit with silver before, and it made the night she was killed and brought over seem like a flu shot. The substance seemed to infect her blood, searing through her veins like liquid fire.

That girl infected everyone around her with it. “I warned her because the situation is complicated,” I said, lifting my chin. “No.” His voice cut like a blade. “You warned her because you wanted the baby gone. You wanted control, father.” His silver eyes darkened further. “And I still couldn’t tell her the truth.” Every instinct inside me sharpened. “What truth?” Lucian’s jaw flexed. “The bullet inside Adrian was silver-coated.” Everything inside me stopped. Silver? Impossible I had never authorized silver. Silver killed wolves.

Not healing. That bullet must have been made of silver. Someone had just tried to kill me.

It was unusually heavy. As I examined the ammunition, a chill ran down my spine. The bullets were encased in silver, with a hard lead core, custom-made to inflict maximum damage on creatures like me. Silver, the one thing that could weaken us, render us vulnerable. It was like a poison, a toxic metal that could seep into our veins and strip us of our strength, and it could lead to death if it struck out vitals.

He became anxious if something bad happened to Noah. That's why; to ease his mind, he channeled his anxiety through violence. *** After Lea and Ken went out to seek Noah at the Black River, Thomas Silvermoon ordered his men to eliminate the Violet men immediately. While the melee fighters were fighting in close combat, Thomas ordered the snipers to shoot the enemies from distance. The snipers used normal bullets that were barely lethal to werewolves since the silver bullet was forbidden by the codes. Though, the normal bullet was effective enough to cancel their attack.