Superman: Speeding Bullet Novels & Stories

The deafening sound of the trigger being pulled resonates through the air, followed by a sharp, searing pain in my chest. My heart races, fear coursing through my veins, as I realise that the bullet narrowly missed its mark. The shock of the moment starts to fade, replaced by a chilling realisation: the bullet is silver. Panic sets in as I comprehend that my supernatural healing abilities won’t save me this time. The urgent need to remove the silver bullet pulses through my body, a desperate race against time to cheat death.

Michelle shouted. "Fire style Tadara, children of fire Thunderbolts!" I screamed. "Is that even possible?" Michelle asked. Before she could finish the coulds turned Into balls and started raining down fire in thunderbolt fashion. Even with the thunderbolts I was walking, the thunderbolts avoided me but it was targeting them so they where too busy trying to dodge. They took no notice when I used my super speed to pass swords through their heart. "It is over," I said.

…sweat is slowly traveling down my face and my eyes are getting dry, one blink and I might miss some details. All I can hear is my own breathing and the sound of interrupted frequency on my ear piece. “Shoot it”, ten minutes had passed since I heard that command. “What the hell are you doing? Shoot…” Before he had finished his word I had planted that bullet straight to that man’s temple. And the entire policeman came to secure the place.

"Code 10–45. We need an ambulance. Thirty five, Simpson Street, Block six. Code 10–45. I repeat, we need an ambulance. A man is down with two bullets to his chest." It was all happening in slow motion. It had all happened in slow motion. His fingers pulling the trigger. The bullets traveling into his chest, the scampering from Sam to get in front of her, her deafening screams, the sound of the gun dropping to the ground, and the fulfilled laugh that followed afterwards.

On the contrary, everything he said and did had been designed to lure Paul into attacking—specifically to create this moment of sudden deceleration. From a full-speed charge to an abrupt stop—how long would it take to accelerate again? Faster than a bullet? Ray released dozens of bullets. Paul truly lived up to his status as an ability user. Even though the bullets were traveling at supersonic speed—far too fast for ordinary people to perceive—he was different. He saw them. Not only did he see them, he actually managed to react. He raised both arms in front of himself, shielding his face and chest—his vital points—while simultaneously curling his body inward.

"You didn't kill him. Seven is very strong. I am sure of that!" Her boldness and uncertainty made me laugh. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but Seven is not Superman. He might have been strong, but he wasn't made of steel. I put about five bullets into him. One in his skull and the rest in his heart. Not just any bullets. Silver bullets!" Winter broke down again. She clutched her chest tightly. Her eyes flooded with tears. Her pale face soon turned red and she stared in a daze. I could tell that she was imagining how Seven died.

But she’s just fighting for an evil hybrid that is planning on committing Mass genocide. Let’s Dance. Kinetic said. In a blink of an eye he ran so fast that in here too he disappeared. In an instance, the three of us all felt all painful all jobs and need kicks all over our bodies. He was striking us at a super high-speed that we couldn’t even dream of catching up to. Without war zone there, we didn’t have any idea how we could stop him. Ouch ouch. Adrian and carry both said as the Speedster rapidly attacked us.

Back to her idea, Natasha recalled how her dad—the Blue Streak—the first human to ever be endowed with super speed, had helped her get back to her time when she had time traveled. The idea was simple. All she needed to do was assemble the other two speedsters. "You want us to what?" came Carol as she ran through cars and a green figure sped after her. "Are you sure about this?" Diana added, her arms cutting through the air. "Just trust me and let's all meet up at the Memorial!" * Back at the facility, Carter and Katie watched the three lines of the three speedsters move through the city and begin to converge. There was a commotion at the entrance as Lucas and Cassie walked inside to meet the

Then it flipped to the current happenings within the palace, when she had done the same thing. After all these, a muffled voice then started to deliver a message. "Good evening, loyal wolves of the Dunham pack," it started. "What you have seen earlier are a series of videos captured by different cameras of the Luna of Dunham. You might have been familiar with the first tape, when she caught a bullet laced with wolfsbane, from an I-SQ 91 sniper with her bare hands." The person chuckled. "To the ordinary person, you might think it is normal, but I think not. The bullet released from an I-SQ 91 moves at supersonic speed. No wolf is that fast, except for the Luna," the video placed her on the fr

“Randall, that schtick’s old. I haven’t fallen for a sh*t this unoriginal since junior high.” “Yea, dude. I mean, Superman? Really? Why not Iron-Man, huh?” “I’m telling you, I ain’t trippin’, guys! Like, Superman was wearing this white shirt or something and zipping through buildings at high speed right outside. It was like a blip—boom, gone! Faster than Spider-Man! Come on, look! Seeing is believing!” Randall Guy was so thrilled by the discovery that he began to yank two of his closest coworkers to the window with his face flushed red, but, of course, Zayn was long gone with not a trace of him ever being there.