Cursed Eternity Novels & Stories

"And if it backfires?" “Then it binds him instead,” Caius said. “Turns Chaos into the vessel of the curse.” Allistair's lips curved faintly. "So we walk the edge of annihilation again." Lucifer's eyes softened, gold bleeding into crimson. "I would rather burn eternity than risk you." “Then you’ll have to hold the flame with me,” Allistair murmured, stepping close until their foreheads touched. “We end what she began. Together.” Caius lowered his head in silent respect. Even Pride could recognize a love forged in war.

For years, centuries, he had searched, through battlefields and banquets, through whispers and seer’s riddles, clinging to the thread of prophecy that one day, she would come. But time had passed like smoke. And she never did. “Gone,” he whispered to the silence. “Or worse, never meant to be.” The thought tasted like betrayal. Not from a woman, but from fate itself. The Moon Goddess was said to be just. Cruel, sometimes, but just. Why then had she cursed him—the last of the Draven bloodline—to rule alone, to ache with this yawning void in his chest? Why did she give him power, immortality, strength beyond measure—but leave his soul to rot unloved?

This was also the question everyone wanted to ask. “The longevity of an Eternal is actually fake. Although the body of an Eternal could continuously form vitality independently and they will not grow old or die, every Eternal will have to face a catastrophe after an epoch. This catastrophe is very deadly and very few people can successfully overcome it. After they get through it, they will have another epoch to squander. Otherwise, they would naturally become ashes under the catastrophe. Their bodies and souls will thus perish,” Celeste patiently explained. The women looked at each other.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

"How can I protect you when you make it impossible? I have sacrificed everything for our 'forever'—for this damned eternity!" This damned eternity. That’s what our love had become to him. "If our eternity is a curse," I said, my voice dangerously quiet as I met his furious gaze, "then I don't want it." "What?" "I want to break our bond." The words hit the room like a bomb. Dorian's face went white with rage. He slammed his fist into the stone table beside him. The solid marble shattered. "What did you just say?" His voice was a low growl. He lunged, his hands gripping my shoulders like steel bands. "Say. It. Again."

Yet, nothing was capable of changing Eternity's ending. "Is there anything you wish to say before you die? I can fulfill one of your dying wishes, and I hope you'll be reborn as a good person in the next life. Even if you don't, I hope you don't become a villain again." Eternity buried her head at the death sentence Adrian gave her. "Is there really nothing I can do to change this? I'll repent my actions," she pleaded. "You can no longer repent for them. You chose the wrong path from the beginning. You should've already known from day one how you would end up if you chose to continue down this path."

The World Tree’s branches glowed with their arrival, leaves shimmering with faces, voices, memories. ‎ ‎At the heart of the nexus, beneath the endless canopy, stood a being named Eternity—born of all our lines, of every choice made since the eclipse. They had no single form, shifting between silver wolf, golden flame, starlight, and gentle human shape. Their eyes held every color of our family, every shade of every soul we had touched. ‎ ‎They did not speak with a voice. ‎ ‎They spoke with light. ‎ ‎Of a woman who had once been called cursed, who had chosen to burn anyway.

he advised. " But, I don't know how to use them," I said. " You will learn it. No need to rush," he said. " Will Ezio also get the eternal afterlife if I help him to get it ?," I asked. " No, Heidi, he is cursed. The cursed one should first eliminate all his curses to get an eternal afterlife. So, he is a soul but his heart also beats like a human cause he hasn't completely turned into a soul. He feels the pain as a human that is his specialty. I don't understand but I have a strong hunch that you both are connected to his past with some magic bound spell," he said.

Urrale stopped pacing to look at the elder who spoke. “What is an Endless curse I have never heard of this curse, and I completed the entire spell so why is this curse happening to me?” Urrale asked in confusion. Another Elder smiled, “The Endless curse causes the person who uses that particular spell to suffer for all eternity, your body will rot. You will have to use your power to regenerate, because soon you won’t be able to move without something falling off. It was designed to give you the power you seek, but also curse because of your greed. Soon you will only be able to use your power to keep your body from falling apart.” The elder said, sitting back down unafraid. Urrale’s eyes wid

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.