The Grieving Gumball Novels & Stories

My wolf, Luna, severed our connection hours ago—her suffering even more excruciating than mine. The only cure that could save us was just taken next door. My breathing grows shallow, each inhale more difficult than the last. My extremities have gone cold. Eventually, I lose even the strength to blink, and my heart stutters to a stop. The last sound I register is cheering from the adjacent room. Vivian has recovered from the wolfsbane poisoning—at the cost of my life. I refuse this ending. Something—perhaps the Moon Goddess herself—tears my spirit from my body. I become a ghost, unseen by the living, able to move through solid objects.

It goes stiff. The doctor looks uncomfortable to be with us, normally people’s reactions to grief are sadness, tears and anger and not two men not saying a single word. “I will leave you to it,” he coughs awkwardly, before turning and walking away. “The news is already out, the whole world probably knows now.” The existence of Barbara in our midst is clear to us as we stare at her; her face is smeared with dried tears, her hair, now messy, is tied in a knot.

Xavier*** I rise—slow, trembling—like a man being dragged from a grave. Every muscle screams, raw and unrelenting, as if grief itself has shredded my skin, replacing it with jagged shards of fire. My bones are burning, my heart a hollow echo, a beat I don't deserve. I gasp for air, but each breath feels like swallowing broken glass, tearing me open again. My fingers curl into fists, not from strength, but to stop them from shaking with the violence of loss. Power lingers beneath my skin, volatile and grief-soaked, pulsing with every heartbeat that shouldn't exist without him.

A burial was going to be held, and the air was thick with grief and sorrow. The entire pack had gathered, their heads bowed, the weight of the loss heavy on everyone’s shoulders. It was hard to believe that just a few days ago, Caleb had been here, alive and laughing, his presence as strong as ever. Now, all that remained was the severed arm we had found beneath the rubble.

"You don't deserve it. I'll never fall for a manipulative liar like you. "Jonathan, you were the one who used all kinds of schemes and tricks to gain attention your whole life, weren't you? Now that Harrison is gone, you finally have no competition. All of you, get out. Harrison is better off without a family like yours." The funeral was noisy and chaotic. Charlotte drove everyone away and stayed quietly by Harrison's side.

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

She then reached out and grabbed my earring, yanking hard. I cried out in pain as she tore it off. The earring came away with blood, and a sharp, searing pain shot through my ear as warm blood trickled down onto my skin. When the men finally let go of me, I collapsed onto the floor, my ear throbbing. “Everyone, look. I just scored a ‘new’ Van Cleef piece,” Mandy bragged, holding up the blood-stained earring to the camera. [Ouch, that looks painful.]

But she could feel it pulsing, a tiny, steady heartbeat of grief. She reached for it. The seed did not resist. It had been waiting. For centuries, it had been waiting for someone to notice it. The Hollow had fed on it, but the Hollow had never seen it. The original bargainer had hidden it, buried it, and tried to forget it. But it was still there. Still alive. Still grieving. Clara touched it with her anchor sense. The grief flooded through her. --- She was in a room she had never seen. A small bedroom, sunlight streaming through gauze curtains. A bed with a child in it—a girl, perhaps twelve, with winter-sky eyes and dark hair spread across the pillow. Her face was flushed with fever, her b

The tears that I was controlling earlier started crawling down from my lashes I bowed down and kissed his tombstone " Hey are you alright?" I felt a hand rubbing my back " Ye—yes, I'm sorry, I'm crying again" I said and wiped my tears " How long have you been there?" I asked him " 5 minutes" He answered " It's his birthday today right?" He asked " Yes, I'm sorry Jordan I know you've done so many things to help me to move on but I still can't my heart still aches whenever I think of him, I.." I stopped talking when he held my hands and hugged me tight

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------