Gumball Cursed Novels & Stories

Only Garfield reacted, "Yeah, yeah. Hey player, what is going on?" "Haha…." K Whatever let out an awkward laugh and stood in front of the gigantic spirit and swept an imaginary dust out of the evil spirit, "You see, I am cursed." K Whatever scratched her head a little bit and let out an embarrassed laugh, "I am unlucky every June 24. Hehe~" Garfield’s eyes widened in surprise and he screamed, "Don’t hehe’ me! Why are you broadcasting it now?" K Whatever ignored him and embraced the evil spirit like a huge teddy bear, which stunned everyone but also made the latter petrified. "You know what? Everyone has a reason why they are doing some stuff."

I understood the puzzle now. To see the sun. You must go under the water and find blood. We went under the rain, united my mate with her blood, her mother. If this never happened, we would never see the sun. We would never break my curse. This was all bound to happen. For some reason, we laughed again. Long and hard. And kissed again. Long and hard. ~~~~~~~~ Four Months Later "I fucking hate you, Zane." "I know." "You're just so fucking evil. You ruin every damn thing."

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.

“Impossible…now is the time for summoning.” “But Kat is in danger!” Ruben yelled in frustration. The Goblin faulted, confused. “Kat?” Ruben rolled his eyes. “Bastetia!” The goblin baulked and looked terrified, he suddenly vanished out of existence and Ruben grit his teeth in frustration, kicking the dirt and cursing. “Fuck! I need to go back!” He yelled out into oblivion. “Is someone listening to me? I can’t stay here! I’ll come back, just give me half an hour more!”

Gunner thought. "Did you just say cursed?" Madam Dera asked, seems she just understood the meaning of the words spoken by the wizard "But how?" She asked. Gunner returned his head to his consultation, he raised his head "This curse is so strong, the spells were sealed with a strong sacrifice and it is not penetrable, "this is..." He paused as he looked around "unto death" Kaiden's eyes watered. 'What have I done wrong!' He lamented mentally, the news pierced his very soul.

Clara, in a playful tone, interrupted, "So gross! Can't you guys do this somewhere else, like your room?" Dr. Ellen responded with childish giggles, while Jackson maintained his smile and winked at Clara. "You heard the girl. To the room we go," he declared, leading Dr. Ellen away, her giggles echoing through the air. Clara watched them with a smile, finding joy in witnessing her parents' love and happiness. Even if only for a brief moment, it made her forget her own troubles—the looming curse that threatened to steal her smile forever. She quickly returned to her reality, realizing she needed to inform Mathias and Eric about the situation. Her mother couldn't recall anyone matching the desc

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.