Sweating Bullets Tv Series Novels & Stories

, Jayson screamed. "I don't wanna hurt you and you know that" Sylvester said. "No I don't", Jayson said smirking while pulling the trigger. Sylvester pulled him in a waist hug and used him (Jayson) As a human shield. The bullet penetrated him and also got stuck in Sylvester's shoulder. Jayson dropped lifeless on the floor and Tyler rushed towards him. The bullet came from another direction. Jayson men. Xavier used his power causing him to fall into the sea of acid.

Hunter looks pale and covered in blood, his breathing shallow but looks still. The doctor injected him with something. I assumed it was pain medication; and then began to carefully remove the bullets from his chest. I counted them as they came out. One... two... six bullets. All silver. Of course, they were silver. It’s only silver bullets could have done this to him, given how strong and resilient he was. No ordinary bullet would have caused such damage. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, realizing just how close he was to death. I suspected the doctor was a werewolf, too, judging by the skill and precision with which he worked. He handled Hunter’s injuries with a level of expertise that

I tell her, as I begin to work the silver bullet from his skull. “Move out of the way please,” the Doctor requests as he runs to us. He begins checking the visible wounds and also assessing for other injuries. While a Nurse works on taking observations. He winces when his fingertips touch the bullet. Yes, it’s definitely silver. Son of a bitch, developing silver weapons to use against his own kind. “What happened?” The Doctor asks as he puts on some gloves. The she-wolf looks at me as if to say, ‘you were part of this, now explain’.

Bullets sang through the air like a deadly symphony. “Why the hell are they not running out?!” I yelled over the chaos. Draven snorted. “Pretty sure it’s every last one of them, global damn cult reunion.” Then CRACK. A bullet screamed past my cheek. Draven didn’t hesitate, he shoved me aside. CRACK. CRACK. Two bullets hit him. One in the shoulder. One in the gut. “No!” I gasped, both of us collapsing to the blood-streaked floor. I grabbed a toppled chair, flipping it up as a makeshift shield and dragged Draven behind the altar where the girls were huddled. His breathing was shallow, blood pouring fast.

THIRD POV Bella was drowning in guilt. It clawed at her, suffocating her with every second that passed. This was her fault. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Vincent, her heart-shattering at the sight before her. He was taking it all for her. And she hated it. “Look at you,” Bullet sneered, his laughter sharp and cruel as he drove a knife into Vincent’s arm right where he had been shot before. Bella choked on a sob, her body trembling as she watched the blade sink in, blood seeping through his already torn shirt. But Vincent didn’t flinch.

Spider shouted. Gunfire erupted. The first bullets slammed into the rear of Sarah’s car, metal screaming under the impact. Sarah screamed, ducking instinctively as Scorpion swerved, gripping the wheel with brutal force. “Stay down!” Scorpion barked. Spider didn’t hesitate. He rolled down the window just enough, bracing himself as the pursuing SUV closed in. Muzzle flashes lit up the night like brief bursts of lightning. Spider aimed, his breath controlled despite the chaos. Bang. One of the attackers jerked violently, his head snapping back as the bullet found its mark. His body slumped, lifeless, collapsing inside the pursuing vehicle.

I think inwardly, silently watching and waiting to see what my little mate was involved in, but for some reason, I just can’t pinpoint her as someone who would be so involved in my world. She was stripping at that club. The small voice in the back of my head says. Reminding me that the place we first met was frequented by the lowest of low. Hell, my being there was a perfect example of that, but even then, something wasn’t sitting right. “These bullets,” the man announces before I can think too hard on it. “Are special grade and can be filled with whatever you desire, and once the needles are released, it will immediately inject your enemy with it.”

He stares down at it with some annoyance. “I liked this shirt,” he grumbles, somehow more upset at the hole than he is at being shot. In front of him, further down a narrow corridor, stands the butler holding a smoking gun. The butler looks incredibly confused, his brow furrowed. I touch Caleb’s arm. “Are you alright?” “I’m fine,” Caleb tells me. “It’s already healed. That bullet wasn’t even silver.” “Not… silver?” I turn my attention back the butler. Surely he knows that a regular bullet would feel like nothing more than a bug bite to an Alpha werewolf. Yet, even so the man seems totally shocked.

"No! Hailey, no! You don't get to leave me! Do you hear me? You don't get to leave!" His voice was getting farther away. Or maybe I was the one drifting. It was hard to tell. I felt pressure on my chest. Someone trying to stop the bleeding. But there was so much blood. I could smell it, metallic and sharp. "The bullets were silver," someone said. Edward maybe? "She's not healing." Silver. Of course. Silver bullets were lethal to werewolves. Our supernatural healing couldn't fight against silver poisoning. "Then get it out! Cut it out of her if you have to!"

Cold sweat trickled down his back as he staggered against the wall, his legs barely able to hold him up. But Grey didn’t care. Before Dennis could finish his plea, the deafening sound of a gunshot rang out, shattering the stillness. The bullet tore through Dennis’s leg, and he crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut. "Ahhh!" Dennis screamed, his voice piercing the night air. His hands instinctively clutched his leg, but the damage was done. Blood gushed between his fingers, soaking the dirt beneath him, pooling at his feet. Pain surged through his body, his muscles tensing uncontrollably as the searing heat from the bullet wound spread. His breathing became erratic, sha