Novel & Cerita Stephen King Silver Bullet Book

I accepted the paper cup hesitantly but I thanked him. “The doctor hasn't been out since a while, looks like they took out the bullet straight away.” “It's better that way because it's a silver bullet.” “Silver bullet?” I nodded. “Before Terrence passed out, he said it was a silver bullet. The blood coming out of his shoulder is also quite profuse unlike an iron object when it hits our skin.” “Why did the shooting look neat and planned? Do you have sworn enemies? Nemesis? You were attacked while on a fairly deserted street.”

Axton hissed out; his eyes were closed but his body was slick with perspiration. “Hold him still.” I ordered as I leaned closer and spotted the silver bullet almost immediately. It was stuck in his collarbone, but it was burning a hole through it. Inserting the forceps, I caught the bullet and pulled it out with all my might. It smoked as soon as it hit the floor, acting like a heating agent as it reacted with his blood. Normally, I wouldn’t have removed a bullet until in a stable medical environment, but silver itself was poison to wolves. And I couldn’t risk it burning a hole through his body.

Charlotte Sanguinite POV: I’ve heard of silver bullets. They’re lethal to both vampires and shifters. The fact that Robert is giving me this gun and these bullets is a testament to how much he trusts me. However, there’s no happiness in my heart at the moment. These bullets are a means to kill, an act I despise, even though I know it’s a necessity.

They all clash in a storm behind my ribs. “You arrogant bastard!” I scream, drawing the gun with trembling hands and aiming at his throat. I pull the trigger. The silver bullet cuts through the air and strikes his neck. His laughter turns to agony as he crashes to the ground, howling in pain so loud it tears through the forest like thunder. The sound slices into my bones. He thrashes, howls and convulses, the silver searing him from the inside out. I stumble back, hand over my mouth. I hadn’t thought it would work. I hadn’t thought…

“She is not my girlfriend. She is actually the wife of my rival, and we happen to have, well……identical goals.” “If you say so.” Silver grinned, his sharp fangs displaying themselves shamelessly. “So, the name Silver, where did you get it?” I asked, deliberately trying to steer his mind out of the conversation. It was not a particularly intimidating name for a thousand-year-old werewolf. “Ohhh, it's from a silver bullet, the bane of werewolves.” Silver! Silver was one element that werewolves loved and cherished. However, it was effortlessly the death of many werewolves. A single shot of a silver bullet could bring down a weak adult werewolf, and so it was highly regarded as a forbidden objec

I am sure they are feeling that way because it's one against ten. "Is this how you want it? You don't fucking dare me. Like you shouldn't do that" I am losing my temper right now. I think that's his plan but I am way too experienced for it. I snapped my finger once. Thirty of my men came out of their hiding. I informed Caleb to bring just thirty along in case the situation goes bizarre. I am not scared of my life. A normal bullet can't cause me to even visit a doctor. I only avoid silver bullets and it's a secret only I know about in the whole human city. Caleb and Mason might have an idea because they are both werewolves and all werewolves know that their blood repels silver. The omegas mig

The gun barked, a single deafening shot. Bianca jerked back, hand flying to her chest where blood bloomed like a crimson flower. A silver bullet. She gasped, staggering against the wall, claws extending as she scratched at the wound, as if she could dig out the poison before it spread. Silver… lethal to wolves, burning through veins like acid, shutting down organs one by one. Only I and my mates were resistant, thanks to my Lynix blood. Bianca wasn’t. She slid down the wall, eyes wide with shock, breath coming in wet rattles.

He went on and on nonstop, and I was beginning to get worried that my ear and head might hurt later on. But then something he said caught my attention. "Wait, did you say silver?" "Yes, Luna, the bullet was silver, but hopefully it just grazed your body." "That whore dare used a silver bullet on me." I tuned him off again, yelling internally as I was in so much pain to yell physically. It explains why I couldn't stand to do anything; for fucks sake, what was she thinking? "I would hunt down Ammy, even if she hides in the bowels of the underworld, and kill that bitch."

"Whatever. Let me show you these." He felt her eyes on him as her curiosity radiated off of her. Lucas picked a box from the shelf and opened it, revealing bullets. "Is there supposed to be something special?" She asked, her voice laced with disappointment. Lucas put a glove on and picked up the little bullet carefully between his two fingers. "These are silver bullets. It will kill werewolves or at least cause some serious damage." He explained. "That's so cool! Why have you got them?" She asked, taking a silver bullet to look at.

Silver rounds tore through the door, raking the room. Alexander was already weak from the silver, on the ground, and he was a beat too slow. Without thinking, I threw myself in front of him. The pain went through me like a blade. A silver bullet had gone through my calf. I dropped to my knees. The blood came fast. Alexander's pupils contracted to pinpricks. For the first time, those blood-red eyes held something like shock. "Why?" Why would you save me? He didn't finish. He didn't need to. I understood.