Cursed Gru Novels & Stories

Soren said grimly. "This doesn't make sense," Tarlon said frantically. "Who attacks a Grimshaw Alpha on his own territory?" Pack members were gathering around us, all talking at once. "Has to be the Blackstone pack," someone said. "Or the Council," another voice added. "They've been watching us." "Shut up!" Soren commanded. "All of you, shut up and THINK!" But I could see it in their faces. The fear. The recognition. "It's her," someone whispered. "The curse is real."

I sat back on my heels, eyes fixed on the grave, whispering one word: "Mom." As the sun began to set, casting the golden glow over the grave, I finally started to tire once again. My sobs gradually slowed; my tears dried upon my cheeks. I sat in silence with the quiet forest and overwhelming grief that filled my heart. "Am I really cursed?" I mumbled before another wave of grief came in with a blood-curdling scream.

I almost puked in disgust and turned my face away but she forced me to look at her. "I curse you to never find love, you'll be lonely all of your life. Anyone who loves you will die a horrible death, anyone who tries to break this curse will never know peace, you will be an outcast among your own people, your best friend will betray you, your woman will seek your life and you will never be happy!" The woman shouted. "No!" I yelled frantically. I began to shake violently as I tried to free myself, the witch appeared beside my Father and everyone else began to chant the curse along with her.

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

Grey has left her daughter's side when she sees me through the glass and only comes back to reality when I feel a hit on my arm and a scream in my ear. "You monster! What did you do to my daughter!" She thunders as she hits my chest till her husband holds her back. "If anything happens to my daughter, I will make sure you live the rest of your life in hell. You monster!" A lugubrious smile comes on my face. I have been living in hell since the day I was bestowed this curse for being avaricious and solipsistic, and my hell increased when I first lost the only one who made me feel less hated, and now, I am going to lose the only one who has made me feel alive after so many centuries of feeling

he murmured, and the sect found themselves trapped, bewildered by forces they could neither see nor anticipate. When the Guxani attempted to resist, they were met not with chaos but with precise, disabling maneuvers. Cedric’s reputation as Grimm, a figure spoken of in hushed tones across continents, was proven true. None of the sect members survived the confrontation, yet not a drop of unnecessary blood tainted the valley. By the time the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the threat was extinguished. The Guxani were no more, their remnants scattered and neutralized.

“It’s better if you stay away from it.” “Oh, I was just trying to open it. I think I have an allergy from sandalwood incense,” I pretend to sneeze. “Nothing should happen if I just open it. There are grills anyway…” As soon as I opened the windows, I felt an excruciatingly suffocating evil gravity slam on the entire house. My eyes froze on my hands that had opened the window while the curse took the form of two huge ghouls who sprouted out from the windows and lunged towards me, opening their mouths filled with pointed teeth.

Once each new crescent, and my strength explodes with little care of what it destroys. The gate groaned as it was slowly opened, and a mouldy piece of bread was thrown at my feet. A pitiful gesture to the monster they’d been conditioned to see me as. My father, the infamous Alpha had thrown me in the dephts of the Seven Tower Gate, a prison inside the Organization’s clutches. To the world, Opal had died – a lie spun out of thin air to keep their eyes and ears away. The truth was far less heartwrenching- I was the result of a witch’s curse, a hex cast on my mother, the woman my father murdered when he destroyed Beacon Hill City. The curse had distorted my fate, making me a threat to anyone I

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~