Stephen King Silver Bullet Book Novels & Stories

she cried as she rushed to me, wrapping her arms around me. Feeling the need to console her, I hugged her in return and kissed her forehead, "Don't worry, he will need more than a silver bullet to kill me." She raised her head from my chest in confusion, "But you are a lycan. Silver bullets kill all lycans," she reiterated. "Not Royal Lycans. Silver bullets are just like normal bullets to my kind," I explained, but the confused look on her face remained. "The king is right, my queen. Only silver bullets forged in Lycan blood and dark magic can kill the king."

"The bullet that I removed from you was made of silver. I don't want to put myself at risk of getting an illness." Although silver did not cause the same level of damage to werewolves as it did to vampires, a silver bullet to the skull or the heart was guaranteed to be lethal. As Phil and Brett entered her room, Gwen turned to look at them. She was concerned by the looks on their faces, so she questioned, "What is it?" "What exactly has taken place?" "Phil suggested that we head outside and have a look at what's going on in the neighborhood." Then Brett swallowed and cleared his throat. "An additional body was discovered by the back fence," they said.

Silver… only werewolves possess these silver bullets and they used to kill wolves. What are… A crying woman ran into me and I fell back on my butt, scratching my knee in the process. I let out a strangled and painful hiss as I reached for my knee and my eyes widened when a silver bullet seemed to fall beside me. One of the men dropped to the floor with a thud and a scream broke out from me. I watched blood drip from his forehead down to the floor. I scrambled back as I cried, not wanting the blood to touch me.

A silver bullet was the next option since a knife smeared with silver didn’t work. I felt the blood drain from my face and dropped my gaze back at Rum—he was turning grey twice as fast, life slipping away. ‘No… no, Rum!’ I sobbed hard, pressing tightly onto his chest, fighting the current. ‘I won’t let you die like this!’ ‘Nothing can save him now. A silver bullet has three times the dosage.' ‘NO!’ My view of Rum was blurring. ‘YOU’RE NOT DYING LIKE THIS!’ I screamed, a blunt ache in my chest.

Inside, rows of specialized ammunition gleamed in the dim light. Silver bullets. Each one specially crafted to be lethal to werewolves, even Alphas with their enhanced healing abilities. "And if he does try to interfere?" Sean asked nervously, his young face showing worry. My hand closed around the grip of my silver bullet gun. The weight felt familiar and comforting. The same type of weapon I had used to ensure the explosion at Florian's facility would be fatal if he somehow survived the initial blast. That had been my mistake the first time. Relying on explosives and fire instead of taking a more direct approach.

“Aaron said not to use them anywhere near you for fear they may also burn you.” “But I’m a Hunter,” I reminded him. It was a bit irritating that Aaron would suggest I was anything less any other Hunter, but then, I supposed he had a point. If Christian hadn’t tested these yet, who knew what might happen. Nevertheless, I said, “I can touch the silver bullets, and they don’t bother me.” “This silver is a bit different,” he replied, tipping his head from side to side as if he were working out a difficult math problem. “Have you ever been hit with a stream from the silver liquid we fire out of the Berettas?”

He was also totally naked, something that would have otherwise interested me, but right now, all I could think about was how vulnerable he was… Against the gun the investigator had produced from under his jacket and now held pointed at Asher’s chest. A gun with regular bullets would hurt Asher but wouldn’t be able to kill him. As crazed as he was, it might not even slow him down. The investigator would know that. Which meant that the gun likely had silver bullets. Silver bullets could kill a werewolf. “Please,” I whispered. “Don’t hurt him.” “He won’t be hurt, so long as he stands aside.”

Alex educated them and they all listened attentively. “However they ain't immoral and I have the one thing that can cause them permanent harm," he said reaching for his pocket and raising the content up when he retrieved it. “Silver bullet laced with aconite, wolfsbane," he said then handed the bullet to Rhino. “Here, try shooting him with this, instead" he further added. “Okay," Rhino said a bit nervous as he inserted the silver bullet into his pistol and then pointed it at the man There was total silence until...bang! He pulled the trigger and the man fell to the floor only this time he didn't get up, ever!

What happens to me? We had all been so fixated on the day of the blood moon that it seemed like nothing else mattered. All willing to risk our lives in Westview, fighting an enemy we barely knew about. “Wow!” Jacob exclaimed. “I didn't know for sure that you would survive that shot. I used a silver bullet which usually kills werewolves, by the way. But I'm glad you survived.” “Why the hell did you use silver bullets?” Tiffany roared at him. “You could've killed him.”

The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked gasps, horrified whispers, and stunned silence. Alpha Asher's eyes widened in horror, his face pale. "How on earth did someone deep in the werewolf realm come to be shot with a silver bullet?" he asked, his voice trembling. Alpha Cochram's brow furrowed in confusion. "And how could Ryker die from a bullet wound? He should have healed naturally, shouldn't he?" Thane's expression was somber, but determined. "The silver bullet isn't like ordinary bullets, Cochram. From what I have witnessed, one single silver bullet is capable of bringing about the death of a werewolf, either instantly or eventually."