Cursed Gun นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

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.

Meaning these werewolves must be his pack. “To think you’d come here alone.” A voice whispered behind Caspian, along with the muzzle of the gun against his back. “Don’t move. You know this isn’t an ordinary weapon, don’t you?” “Silver bullet,” Caspian muttered. “Correct. One move from you and I will—” The werewolf hadn’t finished speaking when Caspian lowered his head and pivoted. He hit the hand holding the gun and grabbed it. Caspian held the still outstretched hand, then shot the gun straight into the heart.

He grinned. “The girl is not here … now.” Hugo half turned his back to Aryadi and Burhan. The grin on his lips didn't disappear either. “But I'm not sure about a few seconds ago.” Burhan tried to argue and yell, but Hugo interrupted him loudly as if he already knew what Burhan was going to say. “You haven't forgotten who I am, have you? The reason why I'm called the Cursed?” Hugo hissed like a snake in the middle of a savanna whose calm was disturbed. But then his tone became jolting again. “I can smell them!”

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 .

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

Did she know the trouble I'd cause others? I buried the thought in my head, not wanting to mull over it; after all, it doesn't matter if she somehow found out from my nightmare the death of my victims torments me; Alpha Gunner will put a stop to my curse as I take on the role as his new lady maid.