Cursed Gun Novels & Stories

Rubbing my temple with my left palm I sighed in frustration. "Clarence Blake? No Clearene Blake." Digging dip into my mind I tried to remember the name to no avail. "You have an old man best friend, cunner cunn...." The lion said through my mind still munching the dead man. "You mean Gunner," I asked her "Yeah Gunner... That was what I said right? cunn... Gunner." She said proudly, raising her head to look at me for a second before going back to her feast "Gunner? what is he got to do with this?" I asked no one in particular.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

Gunner thought. "Did you just say cursed?" Madam Dera asked, seems she just understood the meaning of the words spoken by the wizard "But how?" She asked. Gunner returned his head to his consultation, he raised his head "This curse is so strong, the spells were sealed with a strong sacrifice and it is not penetrable, "this is..." He paused as he looked around "unto death" Kaiden's eyes watered. 'What have I done wrong!' He lamented mentally, the news pierced his very soul.

He produced a pistol he’d taken from the body of one of the Major’s guards. Jeannine saw the gun and knew there was only one place Curtis could have gotten it. Cops. They were cops. She killed two cops. Dirty or no, they were—stop it! Not now. The creature let out a moist sound that could have been a laugh. The remaining skin on the left side of its jaw sloughed off and the mandible dislocated. Cassandra-corpse didn’t notice. “The Major’s men are Nazis, for lack of a better label,” she rasped. “You shouldn’t feel guilty about killing Nazis, Dear-heart.” The skull with the ice-blue eyes turned to Curtis. “And you can’t finish me with a gun, soldier—”

“They’re packed in too tight! Y’all need to get out and take them out! Clear a path!” A string of Spanish curses, hot and liquid, erupted from the back seat. I glanced back to see Carlos frantically patting down his pack, his jacket, the seats around him. “¡Mi arma! I can’t find my gun! It’s not here!” Panic, cold and sharp, jabbed me in the ribs. My own hand went to my hip, and my fingers closed around the familiar, textured grip of my Beretta APX. I drew it, the weight a small, cold comfort. I prayed to a god I’d long stopped believing in that the magazine was full. There was no time to check.

“Failed? I led with heart, Uncle. You lead with hate. The pack will see through you… they’ll rise against this.” A dark chuckle escaped Maximus, echoing off the walls. He released Zarek’s hair and stepped back, reaching into the shadows behind him. From a concealed holster, he drew a sleek, silver-barreled gun—loaded, no doubt, with bullets tipped in wolfsbane and silver, designed to end a shifter’s life swiftly and painfully. The weapon gleamed under the flickering torchlight, a modern intrusion in this ancient ritual of torment. He leveled it at Zarek’s chest, the barrel steady, his finger hovering over the trigger.

"I will kill you!! You son of a...!!" Nil was furious but couldn't do anything but curse Undre as he coughed up blood until his last moment. Undre, still at ease, picked up a list of people he called qualified and crossed out Nil's name. Then he went to pick up the gun and ammunition engraved with ancient characters that Nil carried with a handkerchief. "This toy is interesting. I'll take it."

I cursed when a bullet hit me in such a way that I was deprived of pain. I tried to kill the idiot who approached my little brother's back, but he turned and shot him in the chest and left him on the ground. I didn't know how many he had killed, but I knew he hadn't hesitated, so when I heard screams inside the van, I cursed as he walked around it. "We don't want to kill him, we just want to take Diana Russo," said one of the hooded men. "They're taking my wife and daughter over my damn corpse," I blurted out and raised my guns.

"The Mediterranean is heartless. But I'm not. Give me the gun." "I'd rather drown than give you anything ever again!" Cali's mean eyes flashed with a lethal, icy fire. She squeezed the trigger. Click. The sound was hollow, metallic, and final. The saltwater had jammed the firing pin, or perhaps the gun was just as tired of this war as she was. Cali stared at the useless piece of metal in her hands. A sharp, hysterical laugh escaped her throat. "Of course. Even the bullets belong to you, don't they?"