Take A Bullet Novels & Stories

Murphy queried and scoffed. You gotta trust me on this one. Werewolf Hunters are dangerous. They don't care if you're good or evil. They will wipe any Werewolf even if one relates to them, " Kane explained. "I thought our injuries would heal by themselves? How then can they kill us?" Murphy asked further. "The Silver Bullet. If you get shot by one, you die in the next 48 hours unless you are able to get a silver bullet, Break it and place the particles into the exact place you were shot. Any other alternative is false" Kane instructed and Murphy heaved a sigh.

I demand with my Alpha voice. “The rest are in his backpack,” the other sniper says in fear. Moving toward his bag, I take out the package of bullets. Opening the case, I gasp as I see the barbs on the bullets. The other rogues around me also take a breath. This were not just created to slow down but intended to kill. Turning to the other sniper, I rip his heart out of his chest. This was not what I had planned to happen.

"When I apologised for beating him up, he told me about Edward’s plan and we came up with one of our own. We never knew about the gun though." "Oh, God," Lexi gasped. "Was it a real gun? I felt so damn sure it was—" "It was an M9-A1 BB gun," Sam said. "Looks pretty much identical to a real handgun and they said he could have taken your eye out at close range if I didn't... you know..." Sam pulled a face and made a stabbing gesture. "He's going to be okay right?" Lexi asked. "Well... yes... aside from the punctured lung and paranoid schizophrenia." Sam rolled his eyes.

Her favorite flower. I took a slow drag, the smoke curling through the air like the storm brewing inside me. My other hand rested on my lap around the cold steel of a gun. Just one bullet. That was all it took to end this f*cker. And I never, ever, miss.

atleast someone has to help me! So I made a plan... That day, when Taha left his 'girlfriend' on the side table of his bed and went for a bath. I sneaked into his room and stole his gun running with it to the kitchen. I have seen it but now I have to try it myself. This is where he presses and removes the cartridge right? It worked! All the 6 bullets were intact. I turned it over to remove the bullet but my palm burned and they all started falling down. They were all so hot and heavy.

“Two shots through the window. No visible target. No return fire. Pull traffic cams from the intersection and sweep Naomi Sinclair’s house. Secure the perimeter, then extract.” Ava reached for her mother, who was still shaking under the table. “Mom, are you hit?” Naomi shook her head. “No. Just just glass. I’m okay.” Ava turned to Luca. “This wasn’t random.” “No,” he said. “It was a warning.” Ava stood slowly, her muscles tight, her hands still trembling as she stared at the broken glass and the kitchen wall, where a single bullet had lodged itself right above the family photo that used to hang there.

Remembering something his assistant had said earlier, he offered, “The price is up to you. And there will be added benefits if you want them.” The first time he’d uttered more than a single sentence at a time, and it had to be complete bullshit. Maya didn’t hesitate before shredding the card and throwing the pieces at the idol. “Stay away from me,” she warned and took off in sprints back in the direction of her house. Coming out had clearly been a mistake. Dae watched her leave. Moments later, he got into his car and drove away. ⸻

I softly said tears strolled down upon my cheeks. I jumped from the top of the building as the f*cker's men caught me with ease. "I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love," I whispered upon the wind. "Only to find out you were the one holding the gun." He whispered as he turned his back with a war on his mind.

I took another deep breath, trying to keep my anger under control. Bullet was very well known for taking the most innocent girls and breaking them, turning them into nothing, breaking them, and then discarding them like garbage. He took so much pleasure in destroying these young women and then bragged about it for all the world to know. Everyone knew the type of monster Bullet was, being just as cruel and powerful. He had many allies who benefitted from all the kinds of so-called business he was involved in. How else would they get to have sex with young girls who looked like dolls if it wasn’t for him? I would probably get into serious trouble, but I couldn’t allow Bullet to get close to V

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.