Gumball Curse Novels & Stories

“I made the rest of his curse appear on his back.” He leaned forward, one huge arm dropping onto Alexander’s desk with a heavy thud. “There’s only two ends to that curse: yer babe dies… or Finn rots from the inside. Ain’t no third door. Ain’t no secret. Ain't no trick. That curse is older than yer name.” My chest tightened. “I know that, but I don't believe it. If there is a will then there is a way. ”

Chaos erupted in the live stream chat as a ghost hunter dropped a bombshell. [This is like some ancient curse, right out of the past. How is it popping up today?] He laid out the lore for us. [This curse, right? It's old news, like three thousand years old. Razcland was this tiny place, tucked away in the mountains. They were chilling until these invaders rocked up, trying to smoke them out with a big ol' fire.] [However, here's the twist: the attackers started bursting into flames themselves, totally out of the blue, leaving nothing behind. That's the dark magic the old books talk about!]

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything. The connection is tangible. The sparks — electric. And her scent… it’s like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Smoky vanilla—” “And lavender,” I finish. Realization crashes over him. “No.” The word chokes out. His face drains of color. He drags a hand through his long hair. “She’s… but… no. No, no, no. That’s not possible.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. We have the same mate. This has to be some twisted joke. Goddess… why? ———————————————————————————— Sebastian’s POV I am angry. No — I am raging.

And Conrad was struggling to keep his eyes open. The Goblin Shaman's curse had this effect. Although they killed it and defeated the goblin hordes, the curse remained active for a long time. At most 6 hours, which was long, but they could have been fine with it if they hadn't run upon the creature resting a hundred or two hundred meters away. "Curse those goblins!" Eliza was furious at herself for underestimating her adversaries. She also looked at Conrad, who was straining to keep his eyes open due to the sleeping curse he had received. It was partly his fault for not being able to kill the Goblin Shaman in the horde's rear line, which had put their team in this situation.

Then, she pointed at Wilbur and yelled angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? What curse? What do you mean the person who placed the curse is among us? You better explain yourself!" Wilbur stood up slowly and glanced at everyone, saying, "Jace Zander fell sick because he was cursed by a spell named 'Weaken'. This curse will weaken the body until its victim eventually dies. Also, medical professionals won't be able to detect it."

“I did not know this was going on.” “No. I know.” Griffin rubs his brow before he bends over to help Jaeger to his feet. The Gamma stumbles to the nearest chair and falls into it, staring up at me in horror. “I told you there’s nothing. It’s part of the original curse,” my Beta says and takes the other chair. A curse is what we call it, but the truth is we don’t really know or understand what happened. We just went with the word because it wrapped everything up in a neat little bow.

“Beginner is simple, like making someone have rashes or jinxing their day. The difficulty increases the further we go up.” “Okay?” “In all my time studying curses, I’ve come across countless types in every category except unique. There have only been three Unique curses registered in the entire Parallax. All cases were never lifted and they were all done by one person. Noroya, the curse caster.” “Roman… What's with the history lesson?” I chuckle nervously. “You’re scaring me.” Roman sighs, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Eldon, you’re the fourth case.” He watches me for a moment then starts pacing. Something I noticed he does when he needs to think.

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

Her voice screeched like nails on a coffin lid: “Damballah (Vodou serpent spirit) swallow you whole, bébé (baby)! You think you escape me? Dis (This) curse’ll rot your bones ‘fore sunrise!” She hurled the gris-gris (curse bag)—a stinking knot of grave dirt, baby teeth, and vulture claws—straight at my chest. Before I could flinch, Gwo Pistoleer lunged. His boot connected with the bag mid-air, sending it rocketing back at Louise. It struck her square between the eyes, bursting into a cloud of powdered bone and bitter herbs.

Chelsea noted. "It's because of the curse," Bryan replied. "What is this curse called?" Chelsea asked. Bryan explained it was the Midnight Curse, which kills the afflicted and their relatives within an hour if not treated. And if the curse is intense, even stabilization won't help. I sat on the ground, pained, feeling my heart slow and my senses dull. I couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Chelsea's worried voice reached me; she was giving instructions to Belle and Bryan. I fought the pain, trying to draw the curse into myself so it wouldn't harm Flora or pass to Ivan. I couldn't let that happen.