Sweating Bullets Tv Series Novels & Stories

I surrender as I don't have any other alternative. My arm hurts as it rearranges, but it pushes out the bullet on the way. I haven’t had a painful shift till I was a kid, but these silver bullets are worse than I imagined. Dante takes control and starts licking the wound. He has to spit out the silver, and I only hope he can clean it all as quickly as possible. After finishing that, he lays on the snow for 30 seconds. "I think we’ll be good. Just try not to get any more silver bullets in," he says finally, getting up from the floor.

The echo of dripping water from a loose tap filled the silence, and Bella's reflection in the mirror looked almost ghostly beneath the harsh light. An uneasy weight settled in her chest. Her pulse quickened for no clear reason, a warning whispering from deep inside her. Something's wrong. Unbeknownst to her, one of Riven's top men — a shadow among shadows — crouched silently in the farthest stall. His presence was like the faint shift of air before a storm. They called him Bullet Man, not for his speed alone, but for how cleanly he struck — swift, precise, and without trace.

He spun toward Dante, eyes blazing like fire. Dante’s hands trembled as Aiden closed the distance, a storm of death barreling toward him. “No! Don’t shoot!” Sofia shrieked. But Dante’s panic was stronger than reason. BANG! The first bullet tore into Aiden’s chest. His body jerked, but he kept coming. BANG! BANG! BANG! More bullets ripped through him, silver burning like fire in his veins. He staggered, but his wolf fought, forcing his body forward, claws stretched for Dante’s throat.

Sitting on the ground was a crushed bullet. Picking it up, I rubbed my fingers over the silver, ignoring the burning of my skin. “We did it,” I held up the bullet, knowing that every scientist working for me was watching this display. “We fucking did it.” Using the back of my hand, I swiped the sweat from my hairline, heading back into the prep room. Finnick was standing there with his arms over his chest, “You are an agitating human.” I tossed the bullet towards him, watching his face scrunch up with pain when he caught it, “Another failure?” I peeled the prototype from my body, hanging it up for inspection before stepping over to the mirror and taking in the damage on my chest.

Pained shouts filled the air as they dropped—some died instantly, and some convulsed for a long time before they eventually gave up. Wolfaraine took a bullet in his thigh, but it did not stop him. Or slow him down. "Holy shit! He's gonna kill all of us! What are you waiting for, you animal!? Use the damn fatal bullets!" The same voice he'd spoken to at the beginning shouted, his tone filled with fear. There was none of the smugness and certainty he'd heard before. Wait. Fatal bullets? His hand—which was all bloody from catching rhodium-made bullets—shot out behind him and snatched the bullet that was going his neck. He pulled the bullet to his nose and inhaled deeply.

Two of Uncle Raven's security guards are to take Belle and the other women to a different room as he orders. The rest is all a blur. I briefly question whether this is real or a dream. My body and breathing are not perceptible to me. Dr. Halili takes a while to remove the bullet from Ethan's chest. I can't take my eyes off the gory scene as the needle pierces Ethan's flesh and injects blood into his body. I don't even avert my gaze from the pool of blood that is encircling him, like if it were his deathbed. While internally slapping my head, I continue to observe everything. Since it takes so long, Father sits down on a chair.

She reached to untie one of his wrists. There was a distant shout, and then another, and then a gunshot. I ducked down. “Hurry,” I urged. “More are coming from the beach.” “Get down,” hissed Sven, nudging Loretta’s waist with his free hand even before she had freed his other. Silver bullets flew straight through the crucifix, barely missing Sven’s head. But Loretta was determined to undo the knot around his other wrist, and when it resisted she tore it with her teeth. “Get down!” Sven hissed again as he leapt off of the stool with her, bullets shattering the crucifix in their wake.

Blood soaked through Jax’s shirt in a dark, spreading stain as he staggered into the motel room, one hand pressed tightly against his shoulder. The sniper’s bullet had only grazed him, but the wound still bled freely, turning his fingers crimson. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs at the sight. She rushed forward, catching him before he could collapse, her hands trembling as they met warm, sticky blood.

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.

PHYSIOLOGICAL STRESS DETECTED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SIT? Renn shoots the screen. The bullet punches through glass. The display goes black. For one heartbeat, the room is only lamplight and burnt circuitry. Then the wall behind the tissue box lights up with the same words. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SIT? “I am going to run out of bullets before this room runs out of manners,” Renn says. Sarah keeps her eyes on me. “What happens if you refuse?” The wrist unit answers before I do.