Cursed Gun Mga Nobela at Kwento

This was a matter of life and death. Caspian stared at the mouth of the gun and raised his hands. Slowly, he began to take a few steps back and away from Audrey. And before anyone could say anything, Caspian suddenly reached for the desk behind him and pulled out another gun. A silver one. It was an antique gun they kept mostly for decoration, but it also had a live bullet in it. It could definitely do some damage. “You think I can’t do the same?” he snickered.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

If I did something stupid, I would end up getting killed, but if I didn't do anything, the beast would die. I looked at everyone, all the men who stood there, looking at me. Before I could say something to the man who pointed the gun towards me, I saw a hand coming out from his chest. The hand pulled away, causing him to fall to the floor dead, with his eyes open. Everyone looked shocked as we all looked up, only to see the beast standing there, looking angrily at them. "One of the curses put on me is that I can't die," he said as he started attacking the men.

This is more messed up than I thought. I need to escape them or things might get worse. I catch sight of the gun in Maldives pocket so I wait for him to give me a better view before I pulled it out. “Shit” he curses.

Saying shit like, "You’re mine. You’ll learn to defend what I own." I should’ve made a joke about being a Gucci bag or a poodle in pearls, but… I didn’t. Because my mouth stopped working the moment I saw it — That gun. I don’t even remember what kind. Black, small, smooth. I’ve probably played with the exact one in a game before. But in Lucien’s hand, it looked like something worse. Something ancient. Something that knew me.

“Then we begin. Let no one know of this. It stays between us. If the council gets word of this!.The shame falls on our house.” ——— The next day unannounced Marisa arrived at Blackmoon pack house. Through the SUV’s Window she looked at the property in awe and excitement. “Once Damian marries me and forms the alliance… we will use my weapon to shatter Silvermoon pack. And if he resist’s me…” She smirked coldly “The same blade will destroy him”. She stepped out of her car. Touched her bag. Feeling the blade she smiled. The secret weapon.A cursed Relic stolen from Silvermoon’s old ruins.

And gifting luna the death , with their ruthless and fierce behaviour . And the last three alpha killed themselves getting tortured by the own devil .The guilt killed them every passing second . Or can even said sacrificed the life but didn’t let the devil in them destroy the pack .And the cycle repeated with birth of every new alpha . Marcus , the fourth alpha cursed by moon goddess , is now living his own destruction every passing day . Till the age of 30 , he wasn’t able to find his mate. And now he is unable to calm 'Fire ' his wolf who is slowly turning the devil . The fire who every passing instance is asking for his mate and cursing him to be unable to find her , yet .

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

Then the warrior arrived. He placed a golden box in front of us. Eugenia seemed to expect me to immediately reach for it, but I didn't. I didn't do the dirty work myself. So she shifted toward the edge of the couch and opened the box, revealing the weapon inside. It was a pistol with three bullets, each laced with the cursed herb. That meant I only had three chances to get it right. "I can't wait for the monster to die." Eugenia let out a strange chuckle as she held the gun in her hands.

Thus, I went from being a mother dressing up her son to a monster dressing him up to offer him to the powerful and crooked. Still, Rick never expected one thing. The psychiatrist I saw despised Arclight products. His older brother had been an Arclight engineer who died from overwork. Before he passed, he told the psychiatrist about the company's dark secrets. For years, the psychiatrist had been investigating and collecting evidence, but he never had the right opportunity to expose it until he met me. The real key was not what he said to me that day. It was the way he said it. He deliberately used a robotic tone, and at the end of his sentence, he mouthed the word ‘chip’.