Cursed Immortality Mga Nobela at Kwento

fuck fate and its stupid eyebrows. The contract was activating. The seal was awakening. And Theo, who had spent centuries hating humans for reasons even he no longer remembered, was being forced to kneel before one. Slowly, Theo felt the final condition. The binding would only be complete through a kiss—an ancient rite, older than language. Refusing it meant death. His spirit would burn, along with the last remnant of Nexus’s power inside him. Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing.

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

“Braylon? What is going on?” Braylon looked at him puzzled, stunned at the same time. “The reason why I couldn’t use my powers. I mean, the curse that was imposed on the alphas. She…. she can lift that curse,” “Wait, that means…Oh! My! God! The last heir to the Crawford…. Imogen Crawford,” he replied within the period of time his memory flashed back to the hospital. He had seen her name on her identity card, also at her house on her award crystal.

She felt for the structure and immediately recognised him as Vivy. “ LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI” [Beautiful woman without mercy] “You almost scared me “ “you almost took away my life not showing up for 5 hours after I reached your home.” “Feeling shy dear ,its my first experience.” “Do you mean mine is hundredth?” “Maybe because you actually kidnapped me.So you could have done the same things to others.” “I swear Elsa yours were the first cleavage I smothered and yours were the first lips I bit, these eyes were the first pegs that I had that intoxicated me.”

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

He knew I wasn’t his Son’s mate and so he wanted to accept that I was my stepparents' killer so it would have been easy for them. “What’s this about the curse?” I ask him and I swear I feel his eyes light up with excitement but then I heard some noises near the gates of the dungeon. I look up to see the arrogant men not in his place and Rhaenys long gone. My eyes darted to my chains and found them there, but it’s broken. “They were real and so were his words..” I mutter upon the new discovery about this entirety of me not being his mate. I knew my fate markers forgot to add the word called happiness in them so deep down I felt Alpha Orion would be the one who would bring it to me and help me

ZEPHYRINE's POV. I stood frozen, my mind reeling in shock. "Cursed!" someone shouted, and the word was taken up by others, echoing through the clearing. "She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious?

“Then listen carefully. This is not a tale for the faint of heart.” He began with the origin of the curse. “Long before my birth, before this kingdom even existed, there was a god—a dark deity whose hunger was infinite. It sought power, influence, and dominion over mortal souls. To achieve this, it created the curse. Not a simple spell, not a charm, but a living force designed to bind, to manipulate, to consume. Those marked by it were chosen—Moonborn, they called them—and their lives were never their own.” Elara’s pulse quickened. “And you… were chosen?”

“Your grandmother was cursed by Sabrina, a witch who wanted your grandfather. She cursed her with barrenness. Desperate, your grandmother sought the witches for help. Sabrina was among them. She laced the spell with something darker. I was born cursed, unable to love. Seeing women as tools. And every full moon, a beast consumed me. Your mother broke it. Her love freed me.” His voice shifted. “But the curse was passed to my first son.” Me. “A prophecy said you would kill Sabrina. When you confronted her, she cursed you again that you would never feel the bond of a mate. Never be redeemed.” The room felt smaller. “What else?” I asked. “The only way to break both curses permanently is through S

"We were cursed. We were put under this punishment, and you want it to continue. How many more loved ones must you see age and die? You had to watch your own children go through it before your eyes." At the mention of her children, she winced. I knew I had hit a sore spot, but that didn't make any of what I was saying any less true. So many of us had to bury our pups because we outlived them. This was no blessing. It was a curse. "We were blessed by the goddess," she said curtly. "We have the gift of immortality. That is the kind of gift many would kill for." "Well, I don't want it."