Cursed Godzilla 소설 & 이야기

Just silence and day and night. I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging my gaze back to the ancient, leather-bound book sprawled open on the table. The BLOOD CURSE. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded in some places, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. Everything in this damned place was chaos, but the curse? The curse was real. And it was the first time I’d come across something that actually related to what had been happening to me. To why I was still here. The more I read, the more I am made to believe I killed Kael.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

A land where the Cursed had been banished, where the twisted remnants of what were once Nagas roamed like beasts, feeding on anything foolish enough to step into their domain. Kal'Rik. The Cursed had been stronger than any Naga, their bodies infused with an ancient, corrupted power. But they had been cast out, driven into the forgotten lands where no Naga dared to tread. Yet, long before they had been lost to their hunger-before they had become horrors-there had been one. The first. A naga who had been damned by his own god, forsaken for sins Ohas could not begin to comprehend. But the god had pitied him-pitied the monster he had become.

Muzan snapped. “Talk,” Edric growled. “Diana, whatever you are to this curse…whatever your soul is…it’s dangerous to it. You might be its end.” “That sounds like good news. The bad news?” Edric asked. Silence. Except for my ragged breathing. Edric’s shuddering form. The distant howl of something far older than all of us. Muzan took a breath and tore his eyes from the trees back to us like it was difficult to look at us. “Bad news is, the curse doesn’t like that…and so, it’s fighting back.”

When the moon rises, I'll take the lead myself on the higher ridge. Is it insufficient for you? They fell silent, but the silent, urgent demand was still burning in their eyes. "Pardon me, Alpha, but words won't solve our problems. The signs of the goddess are not overt. It is always a warning whenever the orb pool changes. We have to do something. We are unable to.... The words splintered like a fire in dry wood inside my mind. The pool of orbs. Both holy and cursed, it was one of the seven wonders of the world.

Jack slammed his fist excitedly against his console. With Harper's breach, the ancient Titan, having lost its core support, let out one final, agonizing wail. Its colossal, mountain-like body began to violently collapse. Corrosive purple fluid rained down like a monsoon of blood, and massive chunks of flesh and millions of tons of bone crashed into the Pacific like an avalanche. The God of the Abyss, invincible just minutes ago, was now nothing more than a sunken, dead volcano. [Crash Landing and Rebirth]

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Gilda’s expression shifted “ No… no. This cannot be. This can’t be happening. We must do something.” Her voice trembling with power “ Do you hear me Moon goddess? She is the Cursed one! She will always remain the cursed one! None of you’re precious plans will be fulfilled!” The last word thundered through the cavern, and the response came instantly. A blinding white light burst through the orb, flooding every corner of the cave. The runes on the walls flared, then shattered, sending shards of light through the air. The ground shook violently, dust falling like rain. “Aunt Gilda!” Melody screamed, shielding her face.