Superman: Speeding Bullet Novels & Stories

The speedster fell, looking up at the woman. He mumbled something in Chinese, which must have been translated to: "Who are you?" The woman did not answer but moved closer to the speedster. She looked down at him all the while ignoring the little flames of fire that were still dancing around in the room and then, without warning, she took out a pistol and pulled the trigger, hitting the speedster right between his eyes. The bullet cut through his head and lodged itself onto the wall behind him which was splattered with blood.

(Hwa Young) “It is classified…even until now..superman is nothing but fantasy…the Project were called SS Project, and the individual that were chosen as the subject, including me were only 10 people…all of them only slightly better than any human being..for example there’s a private that can run fast, like 9 second flat in 100 meter..good but not to the point of being a superhuman..”.

People screamed louder. Four was already on his feet when I turned to him, I blinked because I didn't process how he got up so fast. One moment he was shielding me, the next he was a hurricane with a pulse. Kind of like Superman, only hotter. He lunged at the shooter. The man tried to fire again but Four was faster I mean fast. I'm humanely fast. Like Flash or some sort of superhero, I had only seen him on cereal boxes. He slammed into the man's wrist and pushed him down the table. Something cracked, the gun flew, a punch to the girl and then another to the face.

“Stay where you are, Tristan. If you come any step closer, I'll shoot.” But he didn't listen. He ventured further, and without batting an eyelid, I squeezed the trigger. The bullet completely shattered his kneecap and he fell to the ground in a heap. He couldn't believe it. He had tried to duck using his superhuman speed, but he hadn't known that I had predicted his every movement. That was why I had made sure that the bullet was bathed in garlic and ginger solution which was ever werewolves weakness. That way, the bullet was drawn to his body. It traveled faster than normal bullets, and trying to escape only propelled it further to a werewolves skin.

She laughed, “See? Not so invincible after all, Superman.” “I never said I was invincible.” “You implied it. With your chest all puffed out earlier, throwing cars around like they were toys.” I let out a short laugh, which immediately turned into another grunt as she removed the first bullet, dropping it with a small clink onto a folded tissue on the coffee table. The second one came out a moment later, and I felt something in my chest ease a bit the instant it was gone. I could feel the wound already beginning to seal faster now that the metal wasn’t lodged inside disrupting my wolf’s healing process.

The force almost numbs my fingers. He’s fast. Too fast. It rivals me. And he’s not shooting to scare—he’s shooting to pin me. I rise just enough to fire a suppressive shot. He dodges like he predicted the angle before I even pulled the trigger. He fires back and this time the bullet slams into my side, ripping heat across my ribs. I grit my teeth. I can’t fall here. “On your left!” Siete yells in comms. “I see him.” I push past the pain, shoot again, aiming for his shoulder.

The space was small, and once they were inside, there was no room left for me. I moved from cover to cover alone as gunfire swept across the street. Then a stray bullet tore toward me. I shut my eyes, muttering, "This is where it ends." Something slammed into me and threw me sideways. When I opened my eyes, Stefan stood between me and the source of the shot. The bullet had struck his abdomen. Blood soaked through his shirt and ran over his hands. I caught him before he could fall, and I could not stop crying. He lifted a hand and wiped my tears.

They ended up with 15 years because the circumstances surrounding their case were so bad. After Casper woke up, he could not accept reality. He threatened to kill himself and demanded to see Jenny at least once. I went with Jenny. Casper’s eyes were sunken, his face was waxy yellow, and he was so thin he was almost out of shape as he lay on the hospital bed. The bullet comments appeared again, silent on the screen that only I could see. [Things are so bad for the male lead! He ended up as a eunuch... No, a cripple.]

I didn't know how to respond. At some point, the room grew warmer. Flynn's large hand gently traced the curve of my slender waist, sending a shiver down my spine. It was clear that it would be a sleepless night. Three days later, as I boarded the plane for our honeymoon, I saw the news from the second day of our marriage. In addition to the news about the Harris and Turner family merger, in a small corner of the paper, there was a report about Heath. He was spotted speeding in the custom suit he had ordered for our wedding, and was chased by paparazzi, eventually causing a chain collision.