Cursed Gru Novels & Stories

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

My heart raced, but I didn’t pull away. “You’re cursed,” I whispered. “But you don’t feel like a curse to me.” “That’s because you don’t know what I’m capable of when the curse takes hold,” he said, voice rough. “It’s not just immortality, Aria. It’s hunger. Darkness. Rage that never dies. If I let you close, you won’t survive me.” “Maybe you’re wrong,” I said before I could stop myself. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Maybe I’m the one who can survive you.”

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

A low growl built in my chest before I could stop it. “Drake,” Grey’s voice was firmer now. Urgent. He already knew. Of course he did. My eyes opened slowly. Pale. Empty. Not human. I exhaled sharply. And finally, Grey said it. “It’s the curse.”

“Before Hades placed that curse on you, we’d both overcome our differences. I got to see you as a powerful alpha who carried out successful missions for Fenrir.” His eyes sparkled, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile. “How I wish I could remember being that wolf.” “It’s all there.” I placed a palm on his chest. “All we need to do is break that curse and release the real you.” Griff closed his eyes and leaned so close that our lips were an inch apart. I was about to close the distance between us when I inhaled the scent of brimstone. Jerking back, I glanced from side to side. The amber lights drifted toward a spot by the window, where a black hole appeared in the floor.

I “Where… where is our Grazziena?” Aling Lumen asked again when she came to her senses again while looking at the yellowish werewolf with wide eyes. Lumaro who was never surprised at all, answered Aling Lumen softly, “She is Grazziena; the cursed werewolf of Cold Mountain Pack." “Cursed wolf?” Mang Ruben asked in an exclamatory tone. “Yes, Grazziena and Grella are one and the same. She was cursed by the most feared witch in our land; the witch of the Mt. Reveree, her name is Thutaara.” Lumaro added.

"Your injury is already healing up Chris. Go finish what you started. Go fulfill your destiny before it's too late. Go!" Chris abruptly stands, picks up the sword, and disappears. He appears before the Cursed who was covered in blood from head to toe and was just a step to enter the pit. The Cursed growls at him and raises his hand to fling him away but Chris dodges and in a loud voice kicks him in the loins making him land on the ground and the ground vibrates. "Goodbye great God of the underworld" he whispers and plunges the sword into his heart pushing it so deep that only the head of the sword was up.

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!”

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.