Cursed Eternity Novels & Stories

"Who is Diaz?" "We are. Our bloodline is the Diaz witch bloodline. When I became a seer, I became infertile. Seers aren't allowed to reproduce. When I met my mate, I told him, and he left to have an heir. He moved on without rejecting me, and I felt his betrayal every day. Your mother became angry and cursed him. Sent him to the pits of hell. Only Diaz's bloodline can open and close the hell portal. You must never open the portal fully. The demons below can not escape." I nodded, taking it all in. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

The mirror cracked. Not shattered. Not a bang. Just… a quiet, slow fracture. Like something breaking inside me. I collapsed to my knees. And then—I heard footsteps. Someone entered the room. Ethan. He looked exhausted. His shirt was torn, smeared with dirt and blood. But his eyes went straight to me. “Alika,” he said quickly. “I heard your voice. What happened?” I couldn’t answer. My throat tightened. How could I explain this? Hey honey, turns out I’m pregnant with a centuries-old curse and it needs your blood to be born.

Her dark eyes glinted with pride, the smirk on her lips as venomous as her master’s. Melody’s voice, honeyed but edged with poison, slithered through the stillness. “Well, isn’t this a lovely reunion.” She purred. “The brave Alpha, The Cursed one and The mute Puppy.” Laura’s fingers tightened around the sword. Her pulse pounded as the Goddess’s word echoed in her mind. «Her true name is Euthanasiá. She is the architect of the first war.» Melody tilted her head, lips curling. “Ah, so you do remember me, sister.”

Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver. She unfolded the charter carefully. The parchment crackled with age. The charter’s script spoke of oaths sworn by fire, of binding spells, and of the first prophecy: that two hearts united could awaken the Eternal Ember. But the margins bore a second notation in her great-uncle’s hand: “Beware the twin key: one opens truth, the other, fate’s cage.” Isabelle’s breath caught. She withdrew the silver key, its surface etched with a stylized sun and moon entwined. “Two keys,” she murmured. “One of serpent’s flame, one of cosmic balance.”

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

And gifting luna the death , with their ruthless and fierce behaviour . And the last three alpha killed themselves getting tortured by the own devil .The guilt killed them every passing second . Or can even said sacrificed the life but didn’t let the devil in them destroy the pack .And the cycle repeated with birth of every new alpha . Marcus , the fourth alpha cursed by moon goddess , is now living his own destruction every passing day . Till the age of 30 , he wasn’t able to find his mate. And now he is unable to calm 'Fire ' his wolf who is slowly turning the devil . The fire who every passing instance is asking for his mate and cursing him to be unable to find her , yet .

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

The curse had been born from love—an ancient Adrian had begged the heavens to preserve a dying woman’s soul. The world had listened. It had obeyed. But instead of saving her, it spread her across reality itself. > “You tried to save me,” Mira whispered. > “And I created eternity,” the echo said. “I’m sorry.” The light shuddered. The memory began to collapse. --- She fell backward through time, bursting out of the spire and into Adrian’s arms. The crystal cracked behind her, glowing with violent light. > “What happened?” he demanded.