روايات وقصص ضمن Cursed Gun

The ornamental handgun Odium which is the favoured weapon of the Phantom XIII of Hati, Hekate. Yuri’s uncle had that gun made specially for her when she had first became an assassin in Hati. The man having trained, and had even taught Yuri everything that she knew about guns, and how to handle them, and he had also taught her how to fight. Listen Yuri, and listen well. A gun is not just a weapon. It’s a manifestation of your soul. Your partner. This is the ornamental gun Odium. The brother gun to my Cerberus. It shall be your companion and partner from now on. Treat it well.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

" Roger smiles at her and they start bopping to the tune again. Down in the lair Ivan opens a large closet like space revealing hundreds of weapons of all sizes. A pistol catches Jason's eye. It's made of a shiny chrome material with intricate symbols all over the barrel and handle of the pistol. Jason takes hold of it and points it ahead of him, taking aim. "Will this cause any damage to a wolf?" "That is a jericho pistol, it fires a specail type of bullet made of cursed metal. It can take down anything it hits, seperating its soul from it's physical form." "Do still have of those bulletts?" i have a few you have to make sure you only hit what you intend to kill, there is no such thing as a

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

I'm just about to but something happened. Silence descended right away. It was heavy. Suffocating. The kind of silence that precedes an explosion. Ciejill cursed viciously under her breath. “That’s sick. You turned consent into a weapon.” Jasper merely shrugged, dismissive of the moral horror he’d inflicted. “Same result. Different story.” That was it. That casual, sickening dismissal was the line. I flipped the safety off my weapon. The sharp, metallic click echoed in the basement, louder and far more final than the fake gunshots we'd just heard on the screen.

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.