Cursed Gun Novels & Stories

The kid had discovered that her partner had been kidnapped by the Famiglia, and the Italian cunts were going to kill him unless we helped rescue him. While we sure as fuck were no white knights, the Hell’s Rebels MC was renowned for the quality and their level of production of ghost guns—a type of weapon that had no serial number on them, so they couldn’t be traced. When we’d cut a deal, we’d gone in and saved the fucker, but I’d gotten shot up in the process. I knew for a fact that we’d lost another of our men too. A sad day. And even worse, my body hurt like a fucker.

Eric roared, dodging the hot liquid, his sword singing as he ripped it from its scabbard. "What the—" From beneath the draped cloth of the falling tray, she pulled a compact, strange black firearm and leveled the barrel straight at my chest. Her eyes met mine, cold, dead, and Vicious. "You will not sire any heirs for that cursed Alpha, Assassin," she whispered. BANG! The gunshot exploded like thunder inside the small stone room, deafening and violent. A white hot burst of agony slammed into my sternum as the force of the bullet lifted me entirely off the mattress, throwing me backward against the headboard.

"Because of you! Because Lucian chose you over everything else! If you hadn't come along, if you hadn't seduced him, Raphael would still be alive!" "Raphael attacked our pack. He funded Jude's rebellion. He got innocent wolves killed. His death was his own fault." "No! It was yours! All of this is your fault!" She pulled a gun from her jacket. Not a regular gun. This one looked strange, covered in symbols that glowed faintly. "Witch gun," she said, seeing my expression. "Bullets carved with curse marks. Even if they don't kill you, the curse will. Slow. Painful. Exactly what you deserve."

“It shouldn’t be too far from where we are now; it should just take a couple of hours” They emerged from the forest and into a clearing. At the other end of the clearing, they could see a small building with some lights coming from it. “I told you that I smelled humans.” Angel smiled, “I never doubted that nose of yours.” Angel’s stomach rumbled and he blushed. Drake smiled and chuckled at him. “Looks like your hungry. Let’s go find something to eat.” They crossed the clearing, several hundred yards from the cabin. As they came up to the small cabin a shot came from one of the windows. Drake moved with lightning speed and deflected the bullet. Angel saw Drake’s eyes turn slightly blue. “Hold

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

I walked away from her, and towards a guard in the room. “What are you going to do?” She shouted from across the room. “A mere coward like you is nothing without me.” “Hand over your wolf’s bane gun.” The guard looked shocked, but I wasn’t going to repeat myself. The wolf’s bane gun was a gun that shot poisoned darts of wolf’s bane into someone’s body. In twenty four hours, the person may die without a cure. He handed it to me, fear in his eyes as I turned back to my mother who looked at me with a smirk.

Assault rifles, sniper guns, and pistols lay spread out on tables, alongside the boxes of ammunition and explosives. The air was thick with the tension as Victor's men armed themselves, their faces was set in grim determination. Josh felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the true extent of Victor's power. Victor walked out of the clubhouse, Josh were following closely behind. They entered a black SUV, its windows tinted and its engine was purring menacingly. As they drove away, Victor's phone chimed, breaking the silence. He checked the screen, his eyes narrowing as he read the message.

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.

He smiled victoriously and spat, “All this bravado for nothing. You will soon be dead.” Alaric burst out laughing and mocked, “Go ahead and shoot. Those pieces of lead can’t save you from the painful death I have planned for you.” Ranger pointed the gun straight at his heart and pulled the trigger. Alaric moved to the side reflexively and the bullet hit him in the shoulder. Alaric’s hand flew to the wound and his face contorted in pain. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Ranger pointed the gun at Alaric smirked. “Pieces of lead can’t harm you but pieces of silver…”

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.