Cursed Weapons Jjk Novels & Stories

He asked again. "A gunpowder was put into the barrel, and it fires a ball made of lead and steel." I answered, vaguely as from what I learn. "Have they used it already? I thought it was still in production. Many of the great cities and human kingdoms are waiting to have a hand at these weapons. They intend to learn the mechanism behind it," I was studying him when I felt a searing pain from my shoulder. I grunted and held it with a slight pressure. The Rahi rised up from his seat abruptly, his large frame holding me captive again. "I shall convene a council on first light to discuss this, Ettina. Wajan is in need of rest."

"It's easy to get dirty information from someone when you work in the underworld. And consequently easier to use that as a bargaining chip. We never go against the current, but rather in its direction, trying to take advantage of it." "Well, we are going against the current," I say, very proud of my thought, because I know I would never surrender to people as low as the Lestari. "Especially you, who are going against your own father." "Maybe." "So when are you going to tell me the stuff about Guntur and Sapphire?" I look at her and Devi looks at me in surprise. "You know about Sapphire?" "Do I look like an idiot, by any chance?" "Yes, you do," she says. "How did you find out?"

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Its liquid was a vivid shade of red, and I recalled my mother mentioning that red often contained herbs used to weaken wolves, rendering them fragile and susceptible, typically employed in times of war. However, I found myself bound to the bed, unable to escape her clutches. She wore a sinister smile, her intentions etched upon her face with clear signs of jealousy and anger. As she inched closer, preparing to inject the blood-red liquid into my veins, I frantically kicked my legs against the mattress, chanting, "No, please, no!" Desperation filled my pleas. In that intense moment, something snapped.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

I mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

The man studied him for a moment before nodding. "Follow me." Inside the warehouse, rows upon rows of wooden crates were stacked high, each one loaded with lethal merchandise—AK-47s, M16s, even traditional katanas smuggled straight from Japan. At the far end of the room, a man in a black suit sat, smoking a thick cigar. Without looking up, he muttered, "Who the fuck are you?" Renjiro stepped forward, his expression calm, his posture unwavering. "I want to buy weapons." The man let out a dry chuckle.

she stopped herself, it was too bitter for her to say. "Jarvis kills humans for fun and sport, so his beast is cursed with having red eyes."

I said to Jessica. It was not long after this conversation that one of the rebels finally woke up. Luckily there was no one with it as it all of a sudden rushed out, but Murphy was able to hold you could clean it down. I used to hear that the curse was PGWolf in Minecraft, but I never knew they were just going to work ones too.