Stephen King Silver Bullet Book Novels & Stories

Enid screams, her voice cracking with fury, "she will not get to keep you either!" Seeing Enid pull the trigger, I do not hesitate for a single microsecond. I throw my entire body directly in front of Jodie, stepping right into the bullet's path. BANG. The loud gunshot shatters the quiet clearing. A searing, blinding pain explodes straight into my chest, right over my heart, as the heavy silver bullet tears through my flesh. The burning poison of silver spreads into my bloodstream instantly, cutting through my strength like a hot blade. "Calden!" Jodie screams my name, her voice echoing frantically through the trees as my legs give out under me.

Alpha Kyle handed the bullet, wrapped in a thin plastic, to the healer. With a cold smile, the healer stared at the bullet. “This is a blood ritual silver bullet, my Alpha. To get ahold of this powerful silver bullet, the perpetrator must have lost a lot of blood to be able to form such a dangerous weapon against you, my Alpha.” “A blood bullet?” Alpha Kyle’s eyes grew in astonishment. “I’ll have a cleansing tea sent to Beta Logan; that will help him feel more relieved. His wounds will heal faster too if he bonds with his mate.” The healer said.

"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!"

I shouted in triumph, and turned to show Callahan my prize. Judging by the way he reacted, one would think I was trying to give him a live snake to hold. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed incredulously. He even had the nerve to move back when I brought the silver bullet closer to him. “Why? Because I’m a vamp? What could be wrong with that?” I murmured innocently as I inspected my shoulder. The wound was closed now and the blood had stopped as well, but my pristine white shirt was now stained and a little torn. “You are not afraid of blood, are you?” I moved closer and Grayson raised his pretty little gun again. The kazeshini was a pretty standard weapon for hunters, but the si

The roar of werewolves and the clashing sounds of blades filled the air. I was just about to shift to my wolf form and fight them when a part of my spine began to hurt a bit. I knew calling my wolf out in this state was a stupid idea, and I did promise Hazel that I'd be okay. So instead, I entered my car and took my gun out. The gun was fully loaded, but I took out all the bullets in it and replaced them with special ones. The silver bullets are made out of actual silver; one shot is enough to end a wolf, and luckily only high-status people have access to these weapons.

This extreme display of weakness and fear actually made Killian feel safe. Her progress bar steadily climbed to 50%. The turning point came during a patrol. A group of Rogues launched a surprise ambush. Amidst the hail of gunfire, Sofia caught the scent of sulfur mixed with a specific metallic stench—Silver Bullets. The only thing that can permanently kill an Alpha. When that bullet flew toward Killian’s heart, Sofia didn't hesitate. She threw herself in front of him. *Bang!* The silver bullet tore through her shoulder. The poison of the silver seeped into her bones. Even watching the livestream, we could feel the searing pain that burned the soul.

The bullet dries off the blood of a Lycan in madness, it was specifically made for a Lycan who ends up falling into madness and resisting restraints. It eats up the very being of the beast from the inside as long as the bullet is in his body, a mixture of silver bullet, Wolfsbane and the Lycan poisonous blood. That explains the shredding of the piece of cloth in Stephen’s hand. He must have struggled to remove the bullet in his chest. A finality settles over them. The search is over. There is nothing left to find. Stephen is the first to speak. His voice is quiet but firm. “We return to the pack.”

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

Murphy queried and scoffed. You gotta trust me on this one. Werewolf Hunters are dangerous. They don't care if you're good or evil. They will wipe any Werewolf even if one relates to them, " Kane explained. "I thought our injuries would heal by themselves? How then can they kill us?" Murphy asked further. "The Silver Bullet. If you get shot by one, you die in the next 48 hours unless you are able to get a silver bullet, Break it and place the particles into the exact place you were shot. Any other alternative is false" Kane instructed and Murphy heaved a sigh.

"So we sent our strongest fighters forward to trigger it. Then, once the Vampires closed the trap, our reserve forces moved in. Half of them shifted into their wolves to tie down the enemy flankers, while the other half remained in human form and picked them apart with long range firepower." That meant we had to use silver bullets, things that were in short supply these days. Silver was one of the few things that could slow down, or even kill, both Werewolves and Vampire. In human form anyway, it was either that, cutting of their heads, or stabbing them straight through the heart. A tricky thing to do since they were very fast, and had a cage of bone protecting most of their vital organ. Whi