Gumball Curse Novels & Stories

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

The Witch Guardian began, her voice quivering slightly. “It’s ancient… and dark. The spell that was performed in Daimon’s realm was meant to bind the child to Daimon’s will. But because it was interrupted, the magic turned unstable, creating a self-destructive curse”. “What does that mean?” Mia asked, her brows furrowed. The Witch Guardian closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. When she opened them, her gaze locked onto Evelyn and Alex. “The curse is feeding on the baby’s life force… and Evelyn’s as well. It’s why she’s weakening so quickly. If left untreated, it will… it will consume them both”.

she asks. “I don’t know,” I reply and rub my burning throat. “A lot.” “I couldn’t find much about Cambion illnesses in my books,” she says. I lean over to look between the two front seats at a box of books at Lucille’s feet. “The only time you get sick is when you deplete your energy…or you’re cursed. Have you been cursed?” “How would I know if someone cursed me?” Monty and Lucille exchange a glance I don’t much care for. “There is a chance you won't,” Lucille says.

The young woman was a little afraid about catching that, but being afraid wasn't going to get her anywhere. Half the story was already understandable to her, Artemisia managed to understand that in the end, the only inherited curse was herself. It was almost a laughable situation, how much misfortune had she already created? "But not every misfortune has its name signed underneath, your fake mother is also as much to blame as the old you, Hellebore." Tinea sat down again and looked at the young woman. It was so strange to hear that name, it felt like something would grow from the young woman's bones, tearing the skin and flesh in search of air. Finally breathe, finally have a body to call yo

Gilda’s expression shifted “ No… no. This cannot be. This can’t be happening. We must do something.” Her voice trembling with power “ Do you hear me Moon goddess? She is the Cursed one! She will always remain the cursed one! None of you’re precious plans will be fulfilled!” The last word thundered through the cavern, and the response came instantly. A blinding white light burst through the orb, flooding every corner of the cave. The runes on the walls flared, then shattered, sending shards of light through the air. The ground shook violently, dust falling like rain. “Aunt Gilda!” Melody screamed, shielding her face.

He said with frustration etched in his voice. She was about to take a sip from her mug but after Grayham spoke, she lowered the mug to her chest. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean it that way.” She then heaved a sigh. “I summoned you two to confirm whether you both have experienced the glitch and since it’s confirmed that you two have experienced it then it’s safe to say that the curse is lifting.” We exchanged glances. “I thought the glitch ushers one into the fusion stage.” I managed to say.

a Elder Garrick leans forward, "A darkness that goes back generations. Every male in your bloodline was born with a ticking clock." My eyes narrows. "What curse?" Each tale felt as though a blow I never saw coming was striking. I'm a man that works strategically... I hate anything fucking impromptu, I visualize things, I plan, and I control. Elder Thorne, cold and severe, leaned forward. "The Curse of Madness. A seer centuries ago warned that anyone born into your line would be consumed by isolation and insanity unless they bonded with their true mate before the age of thirty."

Panicked, I slowly backed away and went into the small bathroom to hide. “Tell me everything that you know about that girl,” Stella growled loudly at Rita. Gasping for air Rita told her that I had been banished from the Green River pack. “What about her supposed curse,” Stella retorted. “I'm not sure, all she told me was that a witch put the bracelet on her because of it,” Rita replied. “USELESS!!! I will remove it from her to see this curse,” Stella announced firmly, then stormed toward the stairs. The moment the door shut I hurried out to help Rita.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

I'd made it through all of that, proven I was stronger than the mere omega they knew me to be, I have proven I could survive anything. And now someone here wanted me dead too. Was I cursed? Destined to always be unwanted? Always be thrown away like garbage? First my own mate chose my sister over me when I was carrying his heir. Now someone in this castle wanted me gone. What had I done wrong this time? What crime was I paying for? Maybe Garrick was right, maybe I really was nothing, maybe I deserved all this pain. The darkness crept closer, my heart slowed. Was this how it ended? Not in battle, but poisoned like a rat in the shadows?