Cursed Weapons Jjk Novels & Stories

Jessica’s eyes then slid shut, and her chin fell onto her chest, her breathing having stopped completely. Yuri studied Jessica’s dead body for several moments before she sighed, slipping Odium back into her holster. “Don’t you know, Jessica Kwok?” she muttered. “It is Hell here as well.”

A dark, inky symbol appeared on the child’s tiny chest, pulsing with a sickly light. “No!” I screamed, struggling to reach my baby. But the pain in my abdomen flared up again, and I fell back, gasping. The symbol on my child’s chest glowed brighter for a moment, then faded into his skin. Jena straightened, satisfied. “Consider it a parting gift. A curse that will awaken when they come of age. Let’s see how your precious hybrids handle that.” Jake broke free from her hold, his eyes blazing with fury. He was on her in an instant, his hands wrapping around her throat. “I’ll kill you,” he snarled.

Jealousy reared its ugly head and I forced the feeling back. “The young ones don't know. I took a human companion every few decades, and Keren's mother is one of them.” Gently, he untangled me from him and put enough space between us. “There's more, Vi.” He said at my confused look. “There’s a curse. I have had fourteen mates and I have killed every one of them.”

My throat hurt. The witches believed I was now theirs. Perhaps they were correct. But a tiny, obstinate part of me continued to burn deep down, beneath the anger and the magic. Not for them. Not for John. For me. I wouldn't be anyone's weapon when this was all over. They would have to deal with me. I whispered, "You want me to turn into a monster." "All right." In my hand, the obsidian blade felt heavy. The tension in the air caused the runes surrounding me to buzz softly. Once more, the chained wolf let out a tiny, quivering cry that sounded like a dying heartbeat.

I knew the word only from the forbidden, ancient books, the Betty and I once found on a junk neck. Kael hardly nodded noticeably. “I was a soldier, Jada. But not for this world. Not applicable for the consortium. Deep in my DNA, I know I had another order. An order that was important. Before they found me. Before they tear me into pieces and reassembled with the DNA of predators to make me a weapon use. “Then we will make sure you can finish your true mission.” I grabbed the blue main current conductor of the collar. I didn't catch him – that was

With a small grunt Jake reached out for his large gun and pulled it up onto his shoulders! *Boom* Jake trembled slightly from the powerful device's weight, while marvelling at the work of dragons and wyverns. This cannon was the Soul Weapon he inherited after passing his trial. It was actually a pistol, and it was meant to be worn on the finger! It was made by taking into consideration the brute strength of a dragon and its large size, which was why it was so big. When Jake held it it resembled a large gun, but in the hands of a dragon it was only a small weapon with great attack power!

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

My best friend was unconscious and completely drained out of energy. For the first time in my life, I got to see a psychic vampire, a freaking succubus. Fear was replaced by a rash of anger in my pulse. After recovering from my panic attack, I got to my feet again and sprinted toward Jacque, charging out to smash her invisible shield.

"You are nothing but an illusion." "I am dead, but clearly not an illusion, son. The Cursed Weapon had been used on werewolves as a form of punishment, one of the worst punishments, for as long as I can remember. For the elders, it kills them, but as a Lycan, you are more wolf than any other werewolf, so imagine that part stripped out of you. You are supposed to die, just like the elders, and yet somehow you survived. That, I believe, is the reason you can see me."

All the while hearing his master explain their story. “In the beginning, they were harmless creatures; then humans found their hiding spots. That’s when the horrid experiments started on them. They were injected with the blood of the Kraken but reacted badly to it. They became too powerful for the humans to control so they just let them run rampant. These creatures have lost their sense of judgment and need to be punished. So just enjoy yourself, Drake.” Drake does enjoy himself greatly and within a few minutes completely decimates the Whitlock boss along with his lackeys. Drake then changes back to his human form and jumps up to stand next to Angel.