Cursed Gun Mga Nobela at Kwento

You know why you are here, gods; I have wanted this for a long time now, but Riley, she still believed you could be saved, but you fucked up big time, and now she wouldn't mind me ending you. "You can't kill me." "Not yet, but I wonder what the Cursed Weapon does to you." I stabbed the cursed weapon into where his heart should be— assuming he had one, and he groaned out in pain. I took the weapon out, and black blood poured through the cut; unlike the others, it didn't heal back. "It doesn't kill you, but the result isn't that so bad, is it?" I stabbed him in the eye, twisting before pulling. "Stop," he gasped. "What do you want?"

I failed to dodge it and got shot in my leg. The bullet immediately gave a burning sensation. My self-healing ability seemed to have been counteracted by the curse on the bullet. Black smoke mixed with the smell of burnt flesh came from my wound. The searing sensation gnawed at my nerves. I endured the pain and took out the bullet. Only then, did the wound begin to heal slowly. "It's a a Cursed Bullet, a new technology developed by none other than me," Rupert said, slowly approaching me. "It's tipped with Lycan blood and vervain. Badass, isn't it?"

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

Cammie said. "They are the undead vampires," I told her. "They have no fangs like the true-bloods, but their teeth are so venomous, a single bite can kill you." "Wow, undead much?" She gawked at them. "My honor that you recognized us," one of the undead guys said. "We wish you no harm if you kindly follow us..." "Who are you?" I asked, carefully keeping my fangs from extracting out, but my gum was already throbbing.

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.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

Chris cursed loudly through clenched teeth and I quickly picked up a gun and pushed it towards him with trembling hands, my eyes widening and a strangled gasp slipped out of my lips as I realized the reason for him cursing angrily a second ago. He got shot— in his right arm, and it was bleeding fast, soaking his sleeve up immediately. “Fuck, Christ.” I cried out dejectedly as I crouched down beside and handed him the gun and he collected it with his left hand after a few seconds. The shooting had finally stopped, which made me drag in the first slow breath since the start of the shooting spree.

"Earlier you said, you have a weapon to fight them and blood... what do you mean by cursed with blood?" He looked at me for some time which made me feel weird. I cleared my throat and he smiled. "The curse and weapon are the same," he answered. "Same?" I asked not getting anything. "You," he replied. I was shocked to hear it. I couldn't speak anything. "The blood inside you was the curse I gave them and the same blood is the weapon to fight them. I cursed them so they would have to come out of the shadows and show themselves to the humans. Also, they would see their kind as their enemy and it's working,"

Peering straight into his viciously numb azure eyes, Ezrene shut her watery lashes tightly and pulled the trigger of that gun which she was pressing against her temple. “Ezrene,” both Cressa and Corbin shouted while storming towards her to stop her but it had already turned too late. She succeeded in pulling the trigger of the gun but which stunned everyone was that that gun didn't fire any bullet.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.