Cursed Goku の小説・ストーリー

First I can't find the people who kidnapped us ten years ago who caused Luzy's death and when the curse was drawn on my face, now I will face the law of creed again that I made myself! "Watashi wa sono rūru o tsukuttanode, watashi wa sono kusorūru o mageru koto ga dekiru hitodesu. Sā, Nihon ni modotte shibaraku yasunde, watashi ga kono ninmu o kyanseru shita koto o darenimo iwanai.” [I made that rule so I am the one who can bend that fucking rule. Now go back in Japan and rest for a while, tell no one that I cancelled this mission.]

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

“If this is your feeble attempt to appeal to my soft side, let me tell you; that part of me died all those millennia ago” “All because Nuri stood up against you and we supported her?” “All because, I could not have her, so nobody will. Go back and be a lap dog to the one you call queen; her reign is coming to an end. I will be King” “You bring this upon yourself Alluvium” Goko warned Alluvium ad he turned his back and dove into the ocean. Alluvium watched as Goko swam to the depth of the ocean, “On contrary; all of you have brought this upon yourselves and the rest of the world”

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

I added with a gulp. "Your threats pass as jokes!" He bared his teeth, "With no powers, no Alpha King to come rescue you and no warriors behind you, you are nothing! A fucking weakling who will forever remain a cursed omega! Only good for spreading her legs and su…" I leapt pouncing on him using my full weight to bring him to the ground while landing a punch to his mouth before he could finish his filthy words.

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

He grinned. “The girl is not here … now.” Hugo half turned his back to Aryadi and Burhan. The grin on his lips didn't disappear either. “But I'm not sure about a few seconds ago.” Burhan tried to argue and yell, but Hugo interrupted him loudly as if he already knew what Burhan was going to say. “You haven't forgotten who I am, have you? The reason why I'm called the Cursed?” Hugo hissed like a snake in the middle of a savanna whose calm was disturbed. But then his tone became jolting again. “I can smell them!”

Soundhound said confidently. The sinister guitarist strummed his guitar and a mystical portal opened a few feet in front of Curtis and Ronnie. “Dear God,” Curtis muttered as he stared at the fascinating spectacle. “Almost,” Soundhound replied with a smile, “but I appreciate the compliment.” Out of the black hole marched two, seven-foot-tall Kaiju with humanoid bodies, goat-like faces, and giant sharp claws. That strange symbol that the two workers came across was engraved on each of their left arms. “Oh, please don’t let my associates intimidate you, fine gentlemen. We’re not here to kill you just yet,” he reassured.

Those silver-red eyes when he'd moved closer to study her face and draw her scent. It was beginning to haunt her. Then, she remembered everything the world said about him. “THE KING OF FIRE. A CURSED MONSTER” “THE CONQUEROR OF NATIONS. ALSO KNOWN AS THE CURSED.” “HIS AGE DRAWS NEAR. HE MIGHT FALL FROM GLORY.” “LORD OF THE WERE-EARTH. A MONSTER TO MANY ENEMIES. HE IS CURSED.” The “cursed” ideology of him was never omitted in every mention of his name.

Creed took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a minute. “It all works out perfect for him. He hurts whoever he wants to, and his hands remain clean. He never even blinked an eye at having his mate killed. What do you think would stop him from burying his disobedient sons? If he finds out we’re going against him, we’ll be dead by the time the sun comes up the next day.”