Gumball Cursed Novels & Stories

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

He turned my body by force and looked at something on my back. “The seal has been released, Burhan,” my grandfather whispered in fear. “The Cursed will soon find this child!” I turned so fast and almost swayed backwards. I was stunned again for a moment, but what Gran had said made me conscious. “What do you mean by the Cursed?” I asked confused. “And what seal do you mean? What is the function of that seal? Where is it on my body?” “Varsan Seal,” Gran answered tense. “You… since when did you talk about vampires with Adrian's son?”

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

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."

"Get me the girl, or the next time the curse takes hold, I won't be there to help you hold it back. You’ll burn with the rest of them." The connection snapped shut, leaving me standing in the dark. I let out a roar of frustration and swept my arm across the dresser, sending glass vials and heavy wooden bowls flying across the room. They shattered against the stone walls, but the noise didn't make me feel any better. I kicked a chair, watching it splinter, and cursed Liam’s name under my breath. He was so blinded by his own "morals" that he couldn't see we were all heading for a cliff. I needed that curse lifted, and I wasn't going to let his sudden conscience ruin my life.

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.”

“I curse you. If you have gotten on a plane, may the plane crash, if you have gotten on a ship, may the ship sink, if you have gotten on a bus, may you get into an accident! I curse you to a miserable death!” Warren got more furious as he cursed Caleb. He picked up the glass on the table and smashed it on the ground, venting all his dissatisfaction.

she threatened me out of panic. “I’m sorry for making you worry, Gugu. What exactly was that?” I tried pushing Grip away but he held my back smashing me back against his body. “The portrait was cursed. It lures ghosts, evil spirits, and demons over and trap them,” she explained hugging herself in fright. I glanced back at the portrait and I could only see the happy faces of a big family, old couples, young couples holding a baby, two teens, and a toddler. “Grip?” I shook Grip but he leaned all his weight against me as he dropped his jaw on my shoulder. “What happened to him? Why is he so weak?” I narrowed my eyes at Gugu.

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