Curse Eternal Novels & Stories

"So can't the curse be lifted?" "Yes, but don't worry about that. Worry about training, so that you can control your gifts at will. I will be drilling you like a Sergeant." "Aunty, I may not be an empath, but I know what you are doing. Tell me what you know about lifting the curse." "Ah! I can't hide anything from you these days. It is said that the curse will lift once the Chosen One and the 7th daughter of Helios, complete their mating bond."

Ancient and powerful: “Drogo Vealor. You were chosen to protect. To rule with balance. Yet you have spilled the blood of your fated mate. Intent does not cleanse the act. You raised your hand in vengeance. You chose wrath over mercy. You chose hatred over destiny. For this, you are cursed for eternity.” The force released me, and I felt the curse mark burning through my skin. Each cracks burned and stabbed like hell. Every part of me trembled and burned uncontrollably.

Read it for me. Jette: (Opened the book) Mommy, the same wordings… Candy: There is a difference. Jette: Where? Candy: Turn it on page 36. Jette: The one who made the curse will have no ending. Yes, the fairy is immortal. Befriend her or become her worst enemy. The curse will be renewed. Candy: Go on… It says something about how to break the curse. Jette: The curse will have no ending as well…

The kin shrieked, dissolving as his power flooded the grove. Eden collapsed, the plague-veins retreating. Rhydian dragged him back, his scars bleeding. The Threader hissed, its form unraveling. *"This changes nothing. The curse is eternal."* "Then so am I," I whispered. Thalassar's laugh shook the earth. *"We are all eternal, Vessel. And we are all *doomed*."* --- **RHYDIAN'S POV** The grove was a graveyard.

"Eurydice, the creature you and Alcides encountered in the woods, the Furion Panther, is no ordinary beast. It is a cursed creature with a history of darkness and misfortune." Eurydice, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity, listened intently as Corvus continued. "The Furion Panther was once a majestic and noble creature, known for its beauty and grace. But it fell victim to a dark curse, one that twisted it into a creature of malevolence and rage." Corvus explained that the Furion Panther's curse was the result of a tragic event, one that had cast a shadow over its existence. He revealed the creature's history, a tale of betrayal and suffering that had led it down a path of

‘So the curse is getting worse,’ I conclude. His responding nod is very tired. ‘Yes. The change in the curse comes for all of us. All of the immortals I’ve mentioned, including myself, chose to honour the curse and thereby elevate our immortality. But we didn’t have to. We had another choice. We could have fought the curse, fought our immortality, and remained weaker for it, but more easily sustained. The choice was ours, and it will be yours and Scintilla’s as well: if you reject the curse, you will also be rejecting your immortality. You will not be nearly as powerful as you could be, as you deserve to be, unless you embrace the curse. Do you understand?’

That’s why no one dares to do so. “Sigh… It seems you lack the in-debt knowledge of each empire as well. You still have a lot to learn.” The merchant said in a disappointing tone before continuing. “The Eternal Spring Empire owes a big favor to the Sacred Mountain Empire. I don’t know what this favor is but from what I know this favor is big enough for the first emperor of the Eternal Spring Empire to allow the royal family of the Sacred Mountain empire to put a curse on his bloodline. This curse will activate itself if anyone of the royal bloodline of the Eternal spring Empire refuses the only favor from the Sacred Mountain Empire. The curse will disappear forever if anyone from the Eternal

We have work to do, she said. She trained harder than ever. Every morning, she ran the length of the valley. Every afternoon, she fought Holt in the clearing. Every evening, she sat with Wren and planned. The curse, she said. Tell me everything you know. Wren spread a map across the table. Old symbols. Old words. Old blood. The curse was cast centuries ago, she said. A born wolf wanted immortality. He made a deal with something dark. The deal gave him eternal life, but it cursed his bloodline. Every wolf descended from him burns out. The born wolves last longer. The turned wolves last less.

“The curse is accelerating. It’s feeding on your strength now.” Kaelion met his gaze. “Give me the potion.” Etaris nodded grimly. He mixed an herbal concoction, pouring the dark-blue liquid into a crystal vial. “This will numb the pain for two weeks. Maybe less,” he said, handing it over. “But after that…” “I know,” Kaelion said, his voice low. Etaris exhaled. “You need to complete the mating bond. Soon. Or the curse will claim you.” Kaelion drank the potion. The burn was instant—fiery, sharp, like cutting through a person's skin. But it did its job. The screaming under his skin quieted just enough for him to breathe again.

His gaze flicks to my clenched hands before he frowns deeply and looks up at the both of us. “This discussion is over. I have given you enough time. Congratulations on becoming the goddess of a cursed creation. I am through.” He turns, swiftly heading to the door we had entered from when Zedkiel steps forward. “Then at least lift the curse that we were not responsible for. If you want to make an example of Selene, then do so, but don’t let the innocent suffer.” Zedkiel says icily. The Eternal God doesn’t seem phased nor does it look like he wants to listen.