Sweating Bullets Tv Series Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

But, whey we had come around the hood of it, the driver sprang out -- quick and ghastly he leaped forth on us, a little shiny revolver in his hands that was decorated with runes cut into wolfsbane and which glowed pale green. “Breathe and these bullets will reduce you to cinders,” he snarled, his eyes glowing with religious fervor. The SUVs behind skidded to a stop and the doors flung open. A dozen figures came tumbling out—men and women of disparate race, tension in their bodies cutthroat, smells tinged with wild regret and strange pack traces. They spread out, surrounded us in a ring of muscle and threat.

Luckily, they can’t see us standing out in the dark, but we can see them. Both twins come into the room, Madison carrying a tripod with a camera as Mason starts to undress, pulling his shirt off first. Ella gasps and I have to cover her mouth with my hand, so she isn’t heard while we watch in horror as Madison hands Mason a syringe filled with clear liquid. Mason pulls the cap off and pushes a few drops out of the needle and then hands it back to his sister as he undoes his pants. Jude’s friend begins to talk into an earpiece, “Go, go, go!” as he quickly heads to the front himself.

Edgar says, his throat clicking loudly as he tries to swallow. Chuckling, I open the box and examine the bullets. They look like normal silver bullets, but when I take one out and turn it around, I can see the runes carved into the metal jacket. “Magic?” Zael asks. I nod and put the bullet back in the box before it can burn through my skin. “Who has the honour of killing this one?” I ask. “Well,” Zael says and pushes his foot harder into the Prime Minister’s chest. “I haven’t eaten yet tonight.”

"Oh my God, he’s breathing. Tyler—you didn’t—" I wheezed, forcing air into my burning lungs. My hands fumbled at my jacket, then my shirt, fingers finding the rough, woven fabric of the Kevlar underneath. There, right over my heart, was a deep, smoldering dent. The bullet was embedded in the plate. It felt like every rib on that side was cracked. Tyler’s voice came closer. "Next time someone drops like that, don’t assume they’re dead. It kills the vibe, Babe."

However, when I reach the water and prepare to dive, the sound of gunfire reaches me before pain shoots through my chest. Hissing, I look down to see where a bullet has hit me before fire races through my veins. “What the hell?” I growl, stumbling forward. “What did…” "Wolfsbane-infused bullets,” the leader chuckles. “Did you really expect me to make things so easy? What fun would it be if the hero saved the damsel and you both rode off into the sunlight together? Instead of that ending, you will die together.” As he speaks, he lifts a foot and kicks out, sending me crashing into the cold water below.

Gunshots exploded through the air alongside screams. My body staggered violently forward before crashing onto the ground. Araceli dropped with me, holding onto my body as my weight collapsed heavily against her. A sharp burning pain tore through my chest and stomach. My eyes slowly lowered, landing on the blood pouring heavily from the bullet wounds. Araceli kept screaming. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face while her trembling hands pressed desperately against the blood soaking through my shirt. Dmitri dropped beside me while my men cursed loudly around us, moving frantically.

Sigaw ko at pilit na kumawala sa mga bisig niya. "Just do it," irita na sabi niya at tinignan ako ng masama. Inirapan ko na lang siya dahil sa inis at kahit labag sa kalooban ko ay sinunod ko na lang siya. Lumapit kami malapit sa cctv saka niya lang ako ibinaba. May kinuha siya sa bulsa niya at idinikit sa cctv. Pagkatapos niya magawa iyon ay lumayo na siya sa akin. Ang bilis ng tibok ng puso ko. That's ridiculous action. Tinignan ko ng masama si Lorenzo ngunit ngumisi lang siya ng nakakaloko. Isinuot niya ulit ang t-shirt niya at tinawagan si Chief.

He charges forward as Scar man cocks back his rifle and shoots him . " It has silver bullets ! " I yell . Jace seemed unfazed by my comment though Alec and Michael stepped aside , dodging the fire . He kept walking forward . Despite getting shot at repetitively , with the bullets lodging in his body causing him to bleed . Threads of silver color radiate outwards from the lodging of the bullets throughout his chest . I ... was horrified , to say the least . " Why aren't you dodging them ? " I whispered .