Cursed Gun Novels & Stories

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.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

At that very moment, Javier, Herschel, and Lloyd snatched the guns from Thorin’s three subordinates. They were rather domineering when they snatched them since they had forcefully broken their fingers on the triggers. After another three thuds, Thorin’s subordinates were rendered unconscious as they lay on the table lifelessly. Javier opened up the gun’s chamber and took a look. ‘It’s a Type 64 handgun with bullets that don’t even match the gun…The person who made this has done a really bad job of it!’ Javier hurled the gun on the table and looked at Thorin with a smile. “Now then, allow me to interview you…Do you still think you’re the boss?”

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

Why are you here? Shouldn't you be reading some other story instead? I mean, who wants to hear about some cursed woman that is responsible for the death of her entire pack? Women, children, warriors. The Alpha and Luna. So many innocents died that night because of me you know..... turn away before it's too late. Please. You're.... still here? What do you mean you don't believe in my curse?! ........ listen, sir or ma'am or....... person? It doesn't matter who or what you are, this will find you and hurt you. So go before I hurt someone else. A stranger no less..

If he is cursed, automatically he could be killed with the same exploitation of blood. To leave here is my problem. All my thoughts would have been so easy if I could just leave this dead place. All their security measures don't have a loop-hope. It may have, but I have not seen it for the past few days. I won't give up, but hold on until the very end. I mustn't lose hope and at the same time, I may meet my demise with the severe torture at comes after. Even in my death, I won't say a word out of my lips. I can't let them push me to speak.

From hindsight, I saw that Rylan had also transformed and was giving me a hot chase. My body felt weak and my heart burned with pain and unshed tears but I couldn't stop. I had lost two mothers in one lifetime, I must truly be cursed. Siri had died because of me, I would never forgive myself for this. I deserve all of this, I'm a bad person.

This felt like a scene out of a fictional book. "I think I'm going crazy." She mutters to herself as she fetches a glass cup, fills it with water and gulps it down. 'You haven't answered my question.' He continues, his voice a low growl. She sighs. What question? 'Oh, for the bloody cursed tomb! Why shouldn't I kill him? You definitely do not like him and I sense resentment. Maybe even hate.' I don't hate him. I don't? 'You bloody do!'

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

We were almost out of there when 20 more men showed up with guns and swords. "You ready, Vic?" "I was born ready." I shifted and started tearing apart the men one by one. None of their guns could hit me. I was too fast, and it was too small a room. Before I finished the last few, I felt a sword slice through my hind leg and side. The pain was excruciating. It was too much to bear. There must have been poison on it. I shifted back, trying to catch my breath. When the man who cut me just exploded. Like in thin air, I looked up to see Oliver, one open eye, one-handed bow, trick arrows. I laughed and shook my head. He always had his gadgets. I always made fun of him for that, but he always came