Cursed Eternity Novels & Stories

he said softly. Seraphine raised the Blade higher, silver fire blazing like a miniature sun. “And they will,” she whispered. “Because we are not here to be corrected. We are here to endure, to resist… and to rewrite the rules of eternity itself.” The Test of Eternity had begun. And the anomaly was ready to answer.

And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death. In her bid for revenge, Isolde inadvertently stumbled upon the secret of immortality. As she delved deeper into dark magic, she discovered a ritual that granted her eternal life, allowing her to witness the repercussions of her curse for generations to come. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of the realm's inhabitants, creating a legend that would be passed down through generations – the legend of the immortal witch who sought vengeance against the lycans.

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.

Dang, I can’t remember the code! Did my dad say 9122? No, it had an eight in it, I think. I can hear heavy gunfire downstairs and I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. I start to cry because I literally can’t still remember the freaking code! Okay, okay, I need to calm down. Despite the commotion downstairs, I take in a deep breath and I try to calm myself. “9182.” I say to myself and it clicks in my head. That’s the code! “9182.” I say again as I press the numbers on the keypad.

She laughed. "What do you mean?" Camille demanded. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying a lot of people will come for you in the present if you don't end the curse," Samara shouted. "Since you have a curse of eternity, your blood, if given to anyone, would make them live longer than their fated years." For how much longer? I thought and looked at Camille. I had fed her blood twice. If my blood could give her eternity, then I was glad because I was going to be with her forever.

I saw Kieran. And a second man. A stranger with stormy eyes, one black, the other silver draped in shadows. The three of us, in different times, different places. A castle. A*battlefield. A moonlit temple. Spanning over a century ago. My mind reeled. I had…lived these lives before. I had died before. This…this moment, this death, had happened before. The revelation snapped something deep inside me. And suddenly I felt it.

He shouted in fury. “I'm not foolish, dear father. You're immortal; I know your provocation to kill me and keep me in this infernal place.” I smiled cunningly. “Enjoy eternity in purgatory.” Roaring, Walker made the gate shake and crack. “We better get out of here,” Lambert warned, guiding me. The path was brightening, and the rift seemed to be closing, decreasing since the last time I crossed it. The moonlight echoed at the entrance. “Your time is up, Cursed Alpha,” the goddess echoed in the wind towards us.

“So this is your revenge, huh? I wonder if your mate knows everything you’ve done. You manipulated him into being my enemy, just because I didn’t fuck you?” “Can you all stop rambling about it!” she shouted. Lucian’s eyes narrowed. Zoraya pressed the blade harder to Ethan’s neck, drawing blood. Lucian’s eyes widened. Shit! With shaky breaths, tears slipped from Ethan’s eyes. “Stop. Fucking stop!” Lucian yelled. Zoraya smirked, pulling the knife slightly away from Ethan’s throat. “Now,” she began, “I heard you were cursed by the Moon Goddess. She made you immortal to suffer for your sins. And Ethan is your redemption,” she said, stroking Ethan’s hair with her free hand. “And also your destruc

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

"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