Curse Eternal Novels & Stories

Though he possessed healing abilities, he knew he wasn't the strongest, and if Meynard had failed, what chance did he have? Yet, he had to try. The thought spurred him into action, fueled by desperation and a glimmer of hope. Aleksander extended his hand, his brown eyes flashing with a golden glow before he closed them. "Luna, mater sancta, sana animam." he whispered, his voice filled with urgency. (Moon, gentle mother, heal her soul.) A soft, brown light emanated from his hands, enveloping Alina's form. The crowd held its collective breath as Alina's convulsions ceased, the blood halting its flow.

she sighed as she peeked between my legs. Reaching out for him he clasped my hand. “The deity is Elatha. Name her Erissa Finnegani if I don't make it through this,” I muttered through another contraction. “Elatha is a Celtic moon Goddess,” he asserted then nodded with an awkward smile on his face. “You're strong and will get through this, Lyric,” he reassured me as Holly told me to push when the urge came.

Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.

“Page 34.” “Key topic: Classification of curses—” “Page 79.” “The introduction to celestial curses—” “Page 11.” “History and myths of curses—” “Can water dragons cure a curse?” “No. They only slow it down. A curse from an immortal to another immortal is incurable, and the only way to lead to an immortal’s demise. The most water dragons can do is slow down its effect. That is, only if they give their blood willingly. If taken by force, the blood will fasten the effects of the curse.”

“As a consequence of breaking an oath to a Goddess, a curse shall be maledicted upon you.” “You shall learn how to control your emotions, or your emotions shall consume you. Learn to know your limits, or you shall find your own downfall. Learn how to fulfill an oath, for dishonoring a Deity is equivalent to a punishment to endure a lifetime. The curse shall never end. It'll be passed from generation to generation. And only the strongest last born daughter of the generation, together with the righteous, can remove the curse.” As Heath proclaimed those words, the maiden’s eyes turn blood red and her hair turns midnight black. She screams in vast agony and moments after she passed out.

This curse, feeding from their souls, slowly depletes their essence and, if left unchecked, will consume so much of them that not only will they never completely come back to themselves, but they will also lose the opportunity to be reborn, ending their stories forever. The curse is an ugly thing, not just because of what it represents, but of what it does and how it acts. It not only curses the one who carries it, like an infection it is constantly searching for new hosts. Wrapping itself around each knight, it encases their arms, legs, and spine, ending in tentacles that have dug their way into each ear and eye with a few reaching out around them, sensing if another is available to curse.

Ezra stepped aside and let her in. “You look good Summer!” Henrietta said. “I feel a lot better. What’s up?” I asked. “Oh, I have news on Hunter’s curse. It’s more severe than I thought.” “Have a seat,” Ezra said, irritation building in his tone. Henrietta sat down on the couch. Ezra settled beside me and took my hand in his. “I did all I could to determine the curse's origin. It was born from your family’s blood, so it’s binding, but I’m afraid it’s true. There is no cure for this curse.”

After all, at the end of everything, we would come back in each other’s arms. As we are cursed for eternity. Cursed of being together forever.

“the curse continues adapting.” “What does that mean?” I inquired, glancing at Rodney. “It means,” Elder Mara replied , “the curse is no longer satisfied with simple physical warmth.” My brows rose. “I don’t understand.” After a moment’s hesitation, Healer Joshua finally pointed to symbols drawn across the old parchment. “The curse formed during a rejected mate transition. The Moon Omega bond failed which created some spiritual damage during the attempted mating process.” He glanced at Rodney. “The curse attached itself to the Alpha’s bonding instincts.”