Cursed Gun นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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?"

He aimed for me next, pulling the trigger, but the gun was empty of bullets, and he tossed it to the ground. "In every single room, I had planted a bomb; all I need to do is press the button, and everything would go 'boom'; everyone in this building would die, and I alone would be left. After a while, you will be forgotten, but for me, I'll take over from you; I will be known and feared all round the world." Caleb pulled open a small secret cabinet and took out the 'Cursed Weapon'. He walked away with the weapon in his hands.

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.

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.

'Cursed wolf.' Everywhere went deafening silent the moment someone in the crowd had uttered that statement and Tristan had halted on his track. Tristan clenched his fist with his eyes closed, trying to control the rage he felt. The people worried as they looked amongst themselves, trying to fish out who had muttered that word to avoid being killed for they knew Tristan wrath and he didn't waste time in getting rid of anyone who dared him. Cursed from birth, Tristan had to suffer the hereditary curse passed down to him because of the sins of his father.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

he said, his voice filled with malicious satisfaction. Eva's voice trembled as she spoke, but her words were firm. "Let Lorenzo go. I've rejected him. Let him go." Christopher's smile grew wider, his eyes glittering with malice. "Never," he spat, snatching a gun from a nearby guard. The firearm, notorious for its destructive power and rapid-fire capability, gleamed menacingly in the light. With chilling precision, Christopher aimed and fired twice. The bullets struck my chest with deadly force, the impact sending me crashing to the ground. Pain exploded through my body as blood poured from the wounds, pooling around me.

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.