Black Bullet Light 소설 & 이야기

"Thanks. I work out a lot and I hike several miles every weekend." "Ah. Let me tell you about this ammunition. This black box is the factory stuff. It's a 300-grain hollow-point and it'll do okay against most animals, except bears. If you are serious about elk and moose, you need to use this stuff. In these blue boxes are custom hand loads, they have a 335-grain solid lead bullet and will drop anything in North America out to 150 yards, and that includes grizzlies." "Okay, got it."

Samson unleashed a hail of bullets from his massive machine gun, firing at Uriel with a ferocity that would have torn a mortal man to shreds. But Uriel was no mortal man. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, and a brilliant light burst forth, illuminating the dark warehouse.

Alex said to Adrian as he picked up one of the bullets that has a black colour and showed it to Adrian. "These ones in particular are made of wolf's bane, so even if the other bullets here won't have much effect on a werewolf, these ones that are made of wolf's bane will surely have a deep impact on any wolf that it's been shot with; it can even kill the person," Alex said to Adrian while smirking mischievously. "And can I know why you ordered all these weapons? It's not as if the Pack needs any of them," Adrian said to Alex, who smiled sarcastically.

Then the lights hit me. It isn't a slow flicker. It’s a blinding white explosion of LED headlights that cuts through the fog like a blade. Three black SUVs are sitting there like giant predators. I squint and try to raise the gun but before I can even pull the hammer back something slams into my side.

Two warriors from the Blackwood sentry were pinned to the stone walls by shadows—literally held in place by dark, ethereal hands that emerged from the masonry itself. Killian didn't hesitate. He was a blur of charcoal fur and teeth. He slammed into the shadows, his claws glowing with a faint, residual Alpha light. Where he struck, the darkness hissed and recoiled, but it didn't disappear. It reformed, swirling like ink in water. I didn't have a wolf, but I had the silver light. I reached into my kit, grabbing two glass vials of concentrated lunar-saline—a solution I had spent years perfecting in the city. I smashed them against the floor at the base of the stairs.

"What's the point of having a lot of guns if we can't shoot them? That's like having a tank with no gun! Or a burger with no bun!" "Jake, we can't just go out shooting whenever we want just because we want to," Ashley said as she took a big case of bullets out of a crate and handed it to Derek, they were 7.62 x 51 mm bullets, which meant that if they hadn't already unloaded it, there was a minigun somewhere in these crates. "But we have a lot of bullets!"

A mercenary with a machine gun leaned out, aiming at Jackson's windshield. "Brake check!" Luke shouted. Jackson slammed the brakes. The car dropped back just as bullets shattered the asphalt where they had been a second ago. "My turn," Jackson pressed a red button on his dashboard. It wasn't a missile. It was a high-intensity blinding strobe light mounted on the hood. FLASH. The mercenary was blinded instantly. He lost his balance as the truck swerved, falling out of the open door and tumbling onto the road. "Amateurs," Jackson scoffed, shifting up.

Lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the chaos behind us—figures darting through the trees, black uniforms, glowing red eyes. Black Fang. Again. Because apparently, I was the discount prize everyone wanted this season. Bullets hissed through the rain, silver rounds whizzing past my ear. The ASA drones whirred overhead like demonic mosquitoes, their red lights sweeping the soaked forest. I ducked under a branch, panting, mud splattering across my legs as the ground shook behind me. Wolves. Dozens of them. Barbie zipped ahead, glowing like a neon sign in a haunted carnival. “You’re leading them right to him!”

No flowers to water, but only a ground in their feet. "Two down." A habit of grinning creepily after he killed a person suddenly escaped from his lips. Brett sensed a threat from behind and when he looked back, the enemy already drew his arm. Brett quickly ducked but another guy stood on his side and in a flash, Brett saw a light emitting on the guy’s hand. It is a magic attack! ‘Sh*t!’ Using his blooded blade, Brett blocked the piercing lights that were about to f*ck his face.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.