Cursed Gun Mga Nobela at Kwento

'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

I don’t know how to explain what it felt like but it feels as if she is a poison I shouldn’t have. It pisses me off that they red wolves dared to attack me. I step out of my room and slowly watch if any of my father’s intruders are guarding his office. The moment I see that it’s free, I enter and walk towards his safe where he keeps his very prized possession. A cursed weapon that can kill any wolf with one strike, it spreads through the blood like a curse until the wolf has nothing left for it to feast on. If it is used against a werewolf that is cursed, the curse will cancel out.

She grabbed the bottle from my neighbor's hand with a ferocity I could almost picture. "Why do you have this bottle?" Jess demanded. "This bottle is meant to save my son's life!" Her words ignited something primal in my neighbor, who immediately shoved her to the ground. "Save your son's life? You used my son's life to save yours?!" the neighbor shouted, her voice a mixture of rage and disbelief. "Is that why my son's in the hospital? You selfish—" My neighbor, consumed by anger, grabbed a kitchen knife from the food stall nearby. The blade flashed, and in one swift, reckless motion, it slashed across Jess's major artery. She died on the spot.

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 lifted it out with careful hands and opened the latch. There it was. A sleek silver pistol with a pearl handle, nestled in custom-fitted foam. Below it were six bullets that gleamed with an odd, blue tint. Wolfsbane. Enough to kill six werewolves, or one werewolf six times over. I stared at the weapon that could end Darragh's life, that could destroy everything I cared about. In Ciara's vision, this gun was the difference between my best friend living and dying. Between having a future and losing everything.

(Let me Go) “que dolor en el culo,” he cursed under his breath, irked. Kilian raised the gun and pulled the trigger without looking in the man’s direction. The fire shot through the man’s heart, silencing him for good. (What a pain in the ass) “Now, speak,” he commanded when the warehouse became dead silent. “We have found the location of the men who had attacked Sebastian,” “Where?” he fished out a cigarette from his pocket, shoved it between his lips. Taking out the lighter from his pants pocket, he lit the cigarette.

Something like amusement crossed his gaze. His lips moved slightly, but I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. “F++k…” he cursed under his breath, his deep voice echoing through the tension in the air. He roughly removed his wet black gloves, dropping the gun onto his thigh and exposing a tattoo of a skull and guns on his left hand, while on his right, a casket and skeleton were inked across his knuckles. Alarm bells exploded inside my head. My lungs suddenly stopped functioning well; my stomach tightened as I acted on instinct, reaching for the door and forcefully twisting the lock.

he cursed me I held my gun and pointed it to his forehead, I kept staring at him but lost the courage to put a bullet right into his skull because he deserved it. "do it fool, that's what you know how to do best. I will forever rest with the fact that you and your family are doomed. Death for sure!!!" he screamed and laughed so hard I continued staring at him and wondered if he was high on drugs, I put my gun down and walked to my car, my phone rang and I realized my wife was the caller.

“This gun is full of silver and wolfsbane hollow points. It will put down anything: werewolf, vampire, dark creature, in one shot. Do not make me kill you.” My eyes welled with tears. “I’m telling Candido!” “Estella,” Candido’s voice cut through the air. I turned toward him. He had a bandage across his chest as he headed toward us. “Put the gun down. Please. You need to save your strength.” Her eyes turned glossy, and she stagged, lowering her gun and using it as a cane. “She—” “Hedy,” Candido said stiffly. “Be quiet.” My jaw dropped. “You—”