Gumball Cursed Novels & Stories

“You’re unbelievable!” I frowned immediately. “What happened?” “What happened?” she repeated angrily. “You rejected your pregnant mate publicly then banished her right after?” My body went still. “What?” “You heard me!” I stared at her confused. “What banishment?” Mira looked at me like she wanted to hit me. “Don’t act confused now, Arnold.” I grabbed her arm immediately. “What are you talking about?” She shoved my hand away angrily. “Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!”

“Before this gets worse.” He grabbed my arm. “Wait. Don’t. She is already doubting you. Anything you say now could be twisted.” I looked at his eyes wide, innocent, and concerned. “Then what do I do?” “Stay quiet,” he said. “Stay clean. And stay away from the core.” I nodded. But that night, I went deeper. To the hidden chamber. To the mirror. “It’s done,” I whispered. “The sigil is in. The grimoire is tainted. Morwen is blind, searching for a ghost.”

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

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.

“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.

Even as the door clicked shut behind him, we continued to stare at the empty space. This was good, wasn’t it? Rumpel Kracknuts had gotten his just deserts, as had the casino. It was only a matter of days before the curse I’d infused in him brought down its wards. The vulnerability would give all those people slaving under expired bargains the opportunity to be free. And the healer? Maybe she was a golem or some other construct animated by the white mustache. There was a whole host of crazy shit in the Supernatural World I couldn’t begin to comprehend. Anything was possible.

"Well couldn't that be called a gift?; he uttered furrowing his brows. His dad gazed up at the young teenager it seems he want to accept all that before knowing all about it "no matter how to take it, it is still a curse"; he murmured gazing down at his palm like it was his fault for giving birth to a cursed, but that wasn't what he was thinking, how would he guide his son to the right path and not letting him succumb the other way?. The reason why that woman disguised herself was to steal the ability from him so she could bring chaos easily upon the world, that was the time to prepare for that by teaching Kazuma the way of the sword.

Ignoring Mitbahl, the Hag extended her hand, as thin and gnarled as a branch, and grasped Ivana's wrist. Mitbahl was about to shout, but then he saw the Hag inspecting her. The Hag's cloudy eyes flickered slightly. "It’s the Voodoo insect. Someone has cursed you with it, haven't they?" Mitbahl quickly responded, "Yes, yes! Elder, do you have any way to save her?" Seeing that the Hag seemed willing to help, Mitbahl's tone changed to one of respect. But to his surprise, the Hag abruptly released Ivana’s hand.

the girl asked. The woman leaned in, her breath fogging the surface of my prison. "Because he knows he’s still winning," she whispered. She tapped the glass. Behind her, the museum doors opened. A man in a three-piece suit walked in. He had silver eyes. He looked thirty. He looked forty. He looked like the future. He walked up to the glass. "Wake up, Dad," he said. "We have a new contract." He held up a gold coin. "And I’ve already paid your gambling debt." The glass began to crack. Who is the woman, and where is Caleb?