Stephen King Silver Bullet Book Novels & Stories

The metallic whistle of silver rounds cut through the air, striking the ground next to the car with deadly accuracy. My blood ran cold. Silver ammunition was used for only one purpose: to kill wolves. “Stay down! “My driver yelled from somewhere outside. “Silver bullets—don’t let them touch you!” My heart pounded violently. Panic clawed up my throat. Someone wasn’t trying to scare us. We wanted someone dead. I dropped low into the narrow space between the seats, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My wolf snarled inside me, wanting to shift, wanting to fight, but shifting in a hail of silver was impossible—suicidal.

he said with a smile after an eternity. "Well, then we would just have to do it the unpleasant way," said the woman and he saw in her eyes what was about to follow. Bullets - silver of course, why always silver ??? - we flew towards him in slow motion. He spread his arms elegantly and stood there like a statue from bygone times.

One of the vampires whose name I hadn’t yet learned licked his fang as I left. This time we did not go up the grand staircase we walked by it. The room behind the staircase was softer than the rest of the house. The wood wasn’t as foreboding the wallpaper was a dark blue with a cute mushroom motif. A fireplace crackled. Miles walked up to the bookcase. He pulled two books off of the shelf and then went and stepped on a button that was located in front of a globe. The bookcase opened into a bright hallway. It felt like walking into a different world. It was still grand but everything was homey in a way. Like someone imagined a castle and a cottage and couldn’t choose which one they liked bett

"I've prepared a special blood ritual. It will let you die slowly, feeling every ounce of pain." "And then, I'll die here too," she laughed wildly. "We'll go to hell together and be tangled up forever!" The silver dagger gleamed in the candlelight, radiating an aura of death. "Goodbye, my dear sister," Selene raised the dagger, ready to strike. BANG! Suddenly, the room's door was violently kicked open. A tall figure rushed in, tearing off a gardener's hat and mask. It was Kael. "Let her go!" he roared, his eyes burning with fury.

Silver. I’d caught a glimpse of the bullet embedded in the column. The metal had a distinctive sheen, an unnatural brightness that made my wolf recoil. Silver bullets. Which meant these weren’t random muggers or gang members. They knew what I was. And they’d come prepared to kill me. Amateurs, I thought. They really thought they could kill a full-grown wolf that easily. My wolf snarled, furious and eager. Let me out. Let me tear them apart.

He picked up a gun and a few silver bullets. "Let's plays a game," he says. "These bullets are the darts and you're the dartboard." He points the gun at me and shoots. The bullets hits my arm and I let out a scream. He lets out a chuckle and picks up a small silver dagger. "That bullet went deep into your arm," he grins. "Let's see if we can get it out of you." He digs the dagger into my skin and I let out another scream. He dug around in my flesh in search of the silver bullet. The silver of the knife stung. It didn't use to hurt this much but the silver felt stronger.

Invincible because he could survive silver bullets? “Diana!” “Coming.” She strode back to the bedroom, her skin prickling with fear. Ragnar couldn’t be alive. According to the legend, silver bullets that penetrated the brain or heart or were left elsewhere in the body and not removed right away could cause death. But what if the legend were just that—a made-up legend and not really true? Think, think—had she ever known of a case where a silver bullet killed a lupus garou? No, death because of fire, a cousin broke his neck when he was in his human form and jumped into a shallow river bed, but no one she actually knew had ever been killed by a silver bullet.

Ken’s energy shifted uneasily as the men continued approaching beneath the tree. “This isn’t the time for your drama,” I warned abruptly. “Don’t leave me with no other option but to…” “Those aren’t ordinary bullets, human,” Ken interrupted darkly. My heartbeat slowed instantly. “They’re forged with silver and infused with dragon blood,” he continued. “Strong enough to kill even the strongest Alpha with a single shot. Look carefully at the tips.” Fuck. He was right. The moment I focused harder, I noticed the strange blue glow coating the bullet tips beneath the fading sun.

“It didn’t. But surviving may be the crueler fate for you… for any wolf, actually.” Sylvia recoiled inside me. The wolf’s presence flinched at his words, and I felt the thinness of her like a cold wind. “What are you talking about?” I demanded. Vladimir’s eyes gleamed. “You think surviving means you won. You have no idea what that bullet actually did.” He stepped closer, savoring the moment. “The silver inside that bullet wasn’t ordinary. It was prepared specifically for this, and it carried something far more dangerous than metal.”

Only Alphas and heads of securities in a castle were allowed to own them and they are seldomly used. The silver bullet is what took my bodyguard's life, he, unfortunately, died instantaneously and lost all his chance of survival. Fortunately for me, I was able to survive but mainly because it was a regular bullet. Although I still had to undergo surgery so I don't have complications later, my chances were higher. The guilt of surviving was eating me up, I wished I was shot with a silver bullet as well and paid for what I did. My life wasn't that precious anyway. I was the one who caused everything by disobeying so I should have been the one who died not him.