Cursed Godzilla Novels & Stories

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

I said. "Am I not?" Dante's eyes were not focused. "Three mates dead. Now me. When does it stop, Kiera?" "When I leave!" I said desperately. "I'll leave right now! The curse will follow me away from here!" "Too late," Soren said. "Contract's already signed. You're bound to us now." "Then tear up the contract!" "Doesn't work that way," Soren said. "Werewolf law. A signed mate contract can only be broken by death or completion."

Alpha Gideon staggered back a step, his eyes wide, pupils quaking, his face pale as though he had seen a ghost. The shift in his demeanor was not the reaction of a man known to be fearless, unshakable, a pillar of strength, sent a sharper chill into Jude and Hugo than the Moonstone’s darkness ever could. “What is it, Alpha Gideon?” Hugo pressed, his breathing uneven, his instincts twisting with a foreboding weight. After a long silence, Gideon’s lips parted. His voice emerged low and heavy, as though dragged from the depths of his chest. “They—they have been cursed.”

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

The Golem flinched, blinded for a second. Jack sprinted. He jumped off Ben’s back (who was crouching in terror), using the suit as a springboard. He launched himself into the air. "EAT THIS!" Jack roared. He drove his Cursed Hand directly into the Golem's chest. He didn't just touch it. He pushed. He poured all the hunger, all the rage, all the black ink of the Curse into the stone. The Golem froze. The black obsidian turned grey. Then white. Then dust.

"What the hell?" Creed gulped a mouth full of saliva. "How am I supposed to react to all this? Who is this person?" "Okay!!" Creed took a deep breath. "I have to Calm down! Let's recollect things again... She said something about some kind of 'Collapse' and 'God of the End' and she also warned about some kind of curse!!" "Now the real question is, what did she do to activate the curse? And when she said Gods, is she talking about the deities? Or some other beings of the universe? And where did this Neptune person came from?"

A few minutes later, the side door opened and I saw Azrik enter alone, he looked at Gáta who, before he could say anything, disappeared in a small purplish-green cloud. Seeing that color and feeling that pressure, I know that Gáta is involved with the curse, somehow she manages to pull energy from the Mother of Monsters. Khalid had said that the name for people involved in the cult of the Ancient Gods was “Cultists” and Gáta is definitely one of those people. The dragon's aura spread like fire spreading through a dry forest, but Hélios' aura protected me from the damage it could cause, especially since I am not at full strength.

I asked again, drawing the attention of those witches who have not gone far ahead of us. I left Kenny locked up in the castle with a promise from the white matron that we would do everything to find a cure and save him, and those other cursed ones who chose to align themselves with us. “You know, I don’t really believe there is anything like a cure for the cursed ones, they are already dead. Short of Olodumare, the supreme god and creator of all there is, no one can turn them back to normal, not even the other gods,” the white matron said.

“The creatures were innocent, but they knew the prohibition, and they knew that to break a prohibition is to doom yourself to a curse of that caliber. It is possible that this place is very rich in magic because it was once the home of that god, and he put those creatures in the care of his house. Seeing that they failed to accomplish the mission, he decided to give them a chastisement to serve as a lesson.” “That seems even more terrible to me,” I said, annoyed. “It's a reality,” said Aris. “The god didn't mean to be cruel; however, chastisements are necessary, and somehow he finally made the creatures defend the wasteland.” “That's why we must create a plan based on what you saw. Do you kn