LOGINHang on with me for a second, as the first few chapters might be a bit confusing; however, it will all be solved in the meantime. Eternal Malediction is a fantasy novel with elements of psychological pain and growth. It follows the main character, Roy Shyam, a cynical yet compassionate 17-year-old cursed with the ability of transmigration, bound by an entity whose obsession with him ensures he can never escape. Every time Roy dies, he is transmigrated to another universe, a new version of him. Entering the life of each universe's Roy while facing subtle to absurd circumstances. This eternal malediction breaks down his identity and prevents him from speaking of it, which summons the being, causing him to go back in time to a place he was before. We are then introduced to another version of Roy, one where our Roy has yet to take over his body; he emerges in a society where continents, countries and law thrive through the use of prana, a force that connects life, will and reality. Here, Roy forms a faction called Nova in Veil and draws the attention of the Celestial Watch, the protector of the land where he lives. The plot moves from intimate suffering to the rebirth of a new character, culminating in his choices about memory, fate and what it exactly means to live.
View MoreThe escape became a blur of broken stone and silent breath.Kieran didn’t look back. Not once. He moved with Aleron’s weight over his shoulder, cutting through the twisting canyon paths with precision born of countless covert manoeuvres. Every step sent a jolt of pain through the bruises still fresh from yesterday’s match.But he didn’t slow.He didn’t ask Roy to heal him, as he didn’t want to forget. The pain of it all.Aleron’s breathing was shallow. The man was conscious, but barely; thin trails of blood ran down his coat, dark against the pale moonlight. He didn’t speak. He didn’t complain. He just held on.It wasn’t until they reached the charred ridge on the northern slope of the valley, a dead zone where prana signatures were distorted by old, buried ruins, that Kieran finally allowed himself to stop running. He set Aleron down against an old stone pillar and tapped the comm-sigil at his wrist. “Solenne, extraction point R-7. One carrier.”Her voice came back instantly, soft a
The next day passed slowly. Not because the lessons were boring or difficult, but simply because they didn’t really matter.Roy sat by the window, chin resting on his hand, watching the clouds drift across a pale blue sky. While Kieran sat next to him, outwardly listening to the teacher’s lecture on basic small angle approximation formulas… However, his eyes were unfocused, barely tracking the whiteboard pen on the board. Brock and Tanaka were asleep on the table.None of it reached them. For Kieran, after the kind of battle he’d tasted the day before. Everything felt muted, as if the world had lowered its volume and shifted into another room.Every so often, Roy’s finger tapped against the hardwood desk in a slow, irregular rhythm. Not impatience exactly, but awareness. There was always something waiting underneath normalcy, and both of them could feel it. Even if the rest of the class blissfully drifted in their own bubbles of ignorance.By the time the final bell rang, that quiet t
Kieran sat in the preparation tent, elbows resting on his restless knees, hands loosely clasped in front of him.Tanaka and Brock were just kicking around, wasting time until the match starts.His heartbeat was steady, neither calm nor agitated. Just ready.He wasn’t really a religious man; if he were given two options of believing that there is a god or not, he would choose to believe God exists.Since he thinks that for the universe to exist, it must have a creator. The Big Bang theory, a good theory mind you, just doesn’t make sense that something came from nothing, as 'nothing' is the absence of something.The thing is for Kieran that there are a lot of religions in this world: one where they believe gods are one and one is God and another where reality is God and we can pray to the many manifestations of them.It can get confusing at times, so he kind of made his own version. He only prayed in times when he really wanted something to happen, so he didn’t pray often. Rarely, in f
Kieran was already bored by the second period. His leg bouncing up and down. Classes dragged on. The clock felt like it moved in reverse. Every teacher sounded like they were mumbling through a fog, and all he could think about was the fact that, somewhere out there, a fight was waiting for him. One that he will remember forever, and it may be today.Tanaka had gotten a fun match; Roy had… well, he had a match. But Kiearn? Kieran was worried his opponent would end up being some random nobody who thought having a soul art automatically made them strong.By lunch, he was pressing his cheek against his hand while staring out the window, watching the clouds move faster than the hour hand on the classroom clock.When the final bell finally rang, it felt more like mercy than anything else.They regrouped at the station, all four of them, slumping down onto the benches as they waited for the train. “Are you nervous?” Tnaka asked with his mouth half full with a croissant he bought from the
And yet, even as the station’s destruction loomed, a strange calm settled over him. He clenched his fists, jaw tightened. If this was the end, he wouldn’t face it cowering.As the station’s frame collapsed under the immense gravitational pull, Roy felt the first signs of his body succumbing to the
“Impact on the outer hull! Sectors 5 and 6 are gone!” Elara’s voice came through the comms, strained and urgent. “Meteorite debris. Structural integrity has been compromised in multiple sectors.”Roy scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding in his ear. Through the wind, he could see a small but r
His vision blurred, swimming in and out of focus like a broken reel of a film, as he tried to make sense of the disorienting situation. For a moment, he was sure he was still dying. Bleeding out, choking on his own screams that weren’t leaving his throat. Slowly, the world around him sharpened into
Roy sat frozen at the console, still reeling from the thoughts he had been having and with the man’s voice crackling through the comms moments earlier. His breathing was uneven as he stared blankly at the black hole on the monitor. His thoughts swirled with confusion and fear at what was happening.






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