The Bullet That Missed Novels & Stories

A bullet had pierced her heart. "Oh no!" Arren exclaimed in shock and panic. She only then realized someone had aimed their weapon at them from a hidden location. The primary target was Arren, but a crow had disturbed the shooter's concentration, causing him to miss his mark. "Miss! Take cover!"

Adrian instantly sensed the threat of the bullet. He shoved Reiss out of the way and the bullet grazed her top. “Gah!” Reiss shrieked. The bullet failed to hurt her and hit the lamppost because Adrian had shoved her to the ground. “What?! F*ck!” the middle-aged man in the car cussed after noticing that he missed his shot. He shouted at the driver, “F*ck! Stop the car! I’m going to shoot him to death!”

"Okay. Shoulders back, no pressure. Firm but comfortable grip, aim, now pull the trigger." Her first shot completely missed the target and ricocheted, flying clean above our head. We both scurried and flew to the floor to avoid the impact. When the commotion had died down, we awkwardly faced each other on the floor. I had completely forgotten that the bullet couldn't hurt me because it wasn't made of silver. I guess I had been too surprised. Liyah must have realized this because she suddenly began to laugh. "I swear I wasn't trying to get us killed," She laughed again, getting up and dusting off her clothes.

someone fire gun short princess, he was targeted her head, the bullet was travelling, with speed. Ariel use his power he hasn't used, he stops the time, he moves the princess from the ammunition, the bullet was just 10 cm from her head if ariel wasted any sec. then it is the end for a princess. the soldiers who short fire run away when he saw that he was failed to kill her. princess:- what happens how I am still alive, where is a bullet, did he miss his shorts.

I shouted. My heart skipped immediately, this must have been his plan all this while. I swiftly took out my phone and dialled her number, but she wasn't answering. Something was definitely wrong. As I turned to leave, someone shot at me. A felt the sharp bullet pierce through my skin and blood gushed out profusely. Luckily, the bullet had hit my left arm, the bastard missed shooting my chest. Before he could shoot again, I pointed my gun at him, targeting his head and shot him in a split second. I never miss a target. I watch his brain burst and he dropped dead on the floor immediately.

"Regardless of the type of gun used, there is always one fact that remains true. Bullets hurt. And when they enter your body, they damage you. "But the loss of blood that comes after is much more dangerous compared to the bullets. Bullets only hurt when they move through you. Once they stop, only pain lingers. There's not a lot of damage from a stationary bullet in the body "The loss of blood makes it so that the body cannot function at its peak, not to mention how your body will feel heavier and heavier. Take note not to get hit."

Madeleine’s POV My finger trembled on the trigger, the metal cold against my skin. There, in the dim light of the training ground, stood the target. I squeezed, the shot echoing, slicing through the air, and then… nothing. A clean miss. The bullet embedded itself in the wall, nowhere near where it was supposed to land. A chorus of soft chuckles met my ears. I lowered the pistol, a flush creeping up my neck. Jax. Rook. Dare. Silas.

He asks, leaning forward with curiosity burning in his eyes. I shrug, “I missed.” “Bullshit,” he scoffs, “I had just watched you shoot two men perfectly in the head, but me you shot in the leg. You let me live.” “I had vision in only one eye and was quite literally at death's door. I missed, simple as that,” I say nonchalantly and watch his face fall. “So that’s it? I just got lucky?” “I guess I’m not that successful at killing the Grigoras children on the first try.”

I stood and pulled out the gun, which was at my waist, and loaded it in front of Vivian. "Lay a finger on you? That's a waste of my time!" I suddenly raised my hand. This caused her to scream and squat down with her hands on her head. What she thought was the end wasn't. My gun wasn't aimed at her; it was aimed at the wine cabinet behind her. The next second, there was a loud bang. The sound of glasses shattering echoed in the room. The flying shards had even cut Vivian's waist, leaving a deep blood trail.

“He’s my brother.” “Oh.” Dr. Bob Callis said, knowing good and well that Dr. MacIntyre didn’t have a brother, but Bob had always strongly objected to the ‘information for family only’ policy, so he went along with the charade. “Well, he’s surprisingly fine. At first we thought it was a through-and-through, but it turns out that the bullet just clipped him. Totally missed the carotid arteries and the jugular vein and that’s just… well, it’s incredible.” Mac nodded. “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘miraculous’.”