Stephen King Silver Bullet Book Novels & Stories

Silver: “These are the latest silver bullets crafted from your father’s book like you showed us,” one of the soldiers told me. “Watch what happens when I shoot it at the target compared to a normal bullet.” I watched with eagerness as the soldier shot Rogu who was tied up, with the normal gun, but there was no scratch or reaction from him. However, when the soldier shot his left arm with the crafted silver bullet, Rogu began to writhe and scream out in pain.

The bullet struck the exact center of my chest, burying itself deep into my flesh, and a sharp, white-hot sting flared out across my ribs, making my breath catch instantly. "No," Ronald’s scream tore through the room, a raw, broken sound that vibrated right against my soul, and I heard the heavy thud of his body hitting the stone floor as he collapsed in complete despair. I waited for the darkness to take me, waited for my heart to stop beating, but the killing blow didn't come. Instead of tearing through my organs, the silver metal began to melt inside my chest, turning into a hot, liquid current that spread rapidly through my veins, blending directly with my blood. The burning heat of the

He lifted the gun just as I gritted my teeth and lunged at him. I was stopped by the explosion of the gun and then the piercing feeling of the bullet. I gasped and was taken down immediately. I heard the sound go off again and I dropped the phone beside me. I could hear Carter yelling my name; no doubt hearing the gunshots. Normal bullets don’t usually cause this much damage or hurt. But as soon as the bullet plunged into my stomach, I knew for certain that these weren’t normal bullets. Silver. Pure silver was the only thing that could be used to hurt or even kill vampires. Well, that and fire. We aren’t fireproof.

The bullet hits the spot near my neck and close to my arm, making me fly back and drop on the ground, howling in agony right away. Cain goes ahead and tackles the hunter before killing him. I don’t feel anything for a moment. Everything feels calm almost normal, but then it hits me. A sharp pain stabs the spot below my neck. I shift back to my human form and blood splatters out of my mouth all of a sudden while my vision turns stark white. Silver. No wolf ever survives a lodged silver bullet. It’s poisonous.

Ofcourse, that was an insult, except he wouldn't die unless this was a silver bullet. "Say your last prayer to the fucking Moon goddess, 'cause I brought the killer of your kind - a silver bullet for your foggy brain." The man said, confirming his fears. Liam shut his eyes, resigning himself to his fate, when all of a sudden, the bullet went off but when he discovered none of his body parts reeled with pain, he opened his eyes, to find the man who was already kneeling, falling on his face to the ground and behind him was Irish still holding out her gun.

A deafening crack echoed through the clearing, momentarily drowning out the roar of the waterfall. An explosion of white-hot agony erupted in my chest. I looked down, my mind reeling in disbelief. A dark, spreading stain was blossoming on my shirt, right over my heart. The scent of burnt wolfsbane and silver filled the air, acrid and sickening. Silver. A silver bullet. My knees buckled. The strength fled my body in a single, catastrophic rush. I saw her face one last time, twisted with a sorrow so profound it was almost as painful as the fire in my chest.

"What are they called" Leonard sat up coughing lightly then coming up close to whisper. "The silver bullet. They are one that can't be trifled with. They do leave unfinished business behind." For some reason I was having chills just by the name alone. "I think it's time to interrogate the ones we've captured."

Adeline laughed and pulled a gun out of her pocket and fired at me in the blink of an eye. I barely got a moment to dodge the silver bullet. I fired at her head, but she easily dodged it and continued firing silver bullets at me. I had nowhere to hide, and I was still finding it hard to get up because of the effect of the silver knife. A silver bullet would take me out almost instantly.

Before she could say anything, the waitress was back with their drinks. Celeste waited till the waitress left. But when she was about to talk again, all the words she gathered turned into acid and burnt her throat. She saw what was lying in Raymond's palm – a silver bullet. A silver bullet that could end her life. Short as it may be, the bullet glistened in glee with the evil, lethal light that took Celeste's breath away. It was only two knuckles' length, but Celeste could already picture the long shadow it drew when it flew in the air and smashed the target's flesh and bone.

Martinez's POV. I shuddered and swallowed the hard lump in my throat as I heard his words. They frightened me. There were things that could kill a werewolf but a silver bullet was the deadliest. It was potent, killing not only werewolves but other supernatural beings. The darkness in my eyes reduced and I knew that I had to think fast about my next move. It had to be shrewd and good enough to outsmart these two fools standing here but I couldn't be easily deceived. He saw eyes and darken and almost changed colors, of course the silver bullet thing might be a lie.