Gumball Curse Novels & Stories

And Cassian knew enough to bring her here. “What is that crystal?” she asked, voice unsteady. His jaw tightened. “It’s called the Heart of Veyra. It belonged to your bloodline.” Lyra’s heart slammed against her ribs. “My bloodline is dead.” Cassian’s gaze darkened. “Not all of it.” The chamber seemed to tilt. The black crystal pulsed again. Once. Twice. Then a whisper curled through the mirrors in a voice that sounded horribly like her own. The curse wakes with the blood moon. Choose the billionaire… or bury the city.

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

He remained seated like an arrogant sphinx, one finger rhythmically tapping his chin in thought. “Hmm…” he muttered aloud. “Does this mean the contract hasn’t activated yet? Then why was I forced to kiss this gremlin?” Selena’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “You said what?!” she gasped. Theo finally looked at her, tilting his head with maddening calm. “You… gremlin.” Selena snapped. “No, not that—the kiss part!” “I had no choice,” Theo mumbled, already bracing to shrug—clearly ready to deliver some philosophical nonsense about how fate compelled him or the stars aligned or whatever... but he never got that far.

“Tell me the truth. All of it.” Gavin hesitated, his eyes darting from the phone to me. “There’s a curse,” he started slowly, as if testing the words. “A long time ago, I made a mistake, a deal I thought I could control. But I didn’t realise the full cost…and now, they want payment.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. A curse? A deal? This wasn’t some bad dream, it was real, and the danger was closer than I could’ve imagined.

His breath was hot… and laced with pain. “Damien—Damien, look at me.” My voice shook. “Hey, hey, stay awake—” His fingers twitched once, brushing my arm weakly before going still. Panic clawed up my throat. “Gavin, what’s happening to him?!” I yelled, turning toward him. Gavin crouched beside us, face tight with restrained fear. “He’s been cursed.” My blood ran cold. “Cursed? By what?” “It started when he was a teenager,” Gavin said, voice low and bitter. “We still don’t know the origin. All we know is that it attacks him from inside. It eats at him, and burns him.”

I looked at Chase, who was listening intently and nodding his head every now and then. “And the more people that left the fewer threads for the curse, am I making sense?” Isabella asked, and Chase nodded. “Yeah, so now we are down to a few dozen pack members. The curse is stronger, and that’s why it feels like it is attacking me now, right?” he said. “Yeah that’s right,” Isabella said “The thing is, Chase,” she said, the hesitancy coming back “There’s no way to stop this curse,” my eyes widened at what she said, “I don’t think there ever was.”

Immediately afterward, a red Curse Inscription appeared on the foreheads of members that had passed the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. Mattaniah shouted furiously, “You monster! Did you curse all of them?!!” Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.”

Beelzebub nodded his head as Crocell comforted me with a hug, placing a kiss on my head as if to say it wasn’t my fault. It really isn’t but if I knew how I was cursed, it would help a lot. “What do you have?” Crocell asked while still hugging me close. “Well… we all thought the curse is indestructible as long as fates permits it, and as long as the one who placed the curse is alive—of course, we can’t kill your father unless we want to wage war with heaven and promptly tip the universe’s balance and destroy pretty much everything you can imagine.” Beelzebub waved his hand and showed an ancient looking paper. “This is a Celtic manuscript that had information on curses—well, to make the story

"I do not care about the gossip going around. I want my sanity back. I lost my true mate, I am yet to discover who is responsible for the murders, Kane is winning the war, and I have a curse placed on me. Tristan, my beta and cousin is sleeping with my mate. What fate could be colder than this?" Gabriel reaches out for my back and gives me a brotherly pat. "We will pull through this. There are always trying times and what you are going through now will only make you stronger." I let out a loud chuckle because I knew that as the news about my curse spread and the death of the newborn. The council of elders will not sit back. ****

Danial groaned in pain, his teeth clenched as the curse spread further up his arm. “Bring me a Class-S antibiotic, now!” Gloria ordered her nurse, who quickly returned with a syringe filled with a shimmering blue liquid. “No!” Danial gasped, his voice hoarse. “Don’t… it’ll only make it worse.” Ignoring his protests, Gloria injected the antibiotic into his arm. For a brief moment, the curse seemed to falter, its spread halting. Gloria exhaled in relief, but her relief was short-lived. The black tendrils surged forward with renewed vigor, climbing to Danial’s elbow in seconds. Gloria’s eyes widened in shock. “This… this isn’t normal.”