Cursed Gun Novels & Stories

He kept walking. "FIRE!" The turrets spun up. The soldiers raised their rifles. Jack raised his right hand. The Cursed Hand. He didn't use a shield. He didn't use a blast. He snapped his fingers. CLICK. The sound was small, but the effect was massive. The Curse flared. A pulse of black anti-magic rippled out. It hit the turrets. Their targeting sensors went blind. They spun wildly, firing into the ceiling, shattering the chandeliers. Glass rained down like diamonds.

"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.

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only

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.

Never saw the same moon. Never crossed the same path. Years passed. The world changed. The curse waited.

"Kill me? You can barely touch me. And even if you could—what would it change? By the time this fight is over, I'll be Alpha King. And when I am, I'm going to burn that abandoned territory of yours to the ground." Leonidas went still. "That's right." Gunner's grin widened. "Every building. Every memory you had. Every trace of the Blood-Rose Pack's pathetic history. I'll raze it all and build something better. Something worthy of the South Pack." The words hit Leonidas like a physical blow. The abandoned territory was also the source of his curse, buried beneath his great-grandfather's monument. If Gunner burned it—if he destroyed that land without understanding what lay beneath it—Everything

One of them was consumed with anger while the other did it just for fun. Ibrahim raised his Cz75. This gun was given by Shadow. He didn’t know they had the submachine gun option. “Do we have the option to choose?” Ali voiced his concern. Ibrahim traveled back to the drawing straw a couple of hours ago. It happened as early as dawn. He wasn’t sane enough, conscious enough to understand anything. It was his mistake to trust his daughter. Not when she was so enraged. “We do.” His voice was laced with deep regret.