Cursed Immortality Novels & Stories

"I felt it across everything inside me, like I was being rewritten. I heard your wolf, but I felt everything that was inside you. Your immortality. Your history. It was the curse shifting and breaking, making me more like you." The floor dropped away. Horror and a raw, guilty anger tore through me. Images flooded my mind, centuries of waking alone, of watching everything end while I endured, the endless tally of bodies and stillness, the decision, again and again, to remain and survive. My hands went cold on his sleeve. "No, Chris," I said, my voice cracking. "God... I don't want that for you. Do you understand what it means to live like this? To carry centuries of loss and hunger, to watch

How could we stay here in our homes and watch Mooncrest get destroyed? Isabella’s eyes welled up. “He’s alive because the sky hadn’t turned red for ages, and it only happens when a true royal dies because the moon-goddess had bestowed them with this status, and it’s a rule given by the moon goddess that until the royal heir with golden blood is alive, no one can be king except them until Lunar ascension Night arrives if someone tried to disobey this rule. There will be consequences, and I think that’s why vampires kept King Thane alive.

I wanted to feel it so bad, wishing she would wake up with my touch. "No! Fucking no! I'm not even that bad to kill you." He grinned. "I will let you live in the human world; same age, not ageing; you'll never die. Sounds promising, right? You're immortal. You're gonna witness every generation, every change, every sin, every fucking thing that hurts, Kash. You're gonna live forever and you will suffer. You will suffer like you're dying every single day, knowing that every one you'll meet in your life is soon gonna die but you're not." He laughed. "You are immortal. You're gonna witness more deaths than you could ever imagine. Not only that, I will bring Mia back to life only for you to witne

He prefers to be a strong and rebellious man in challenging action films. "This is not pure romance. In fact, the director chose you because you are considered very compatible with Peter's strong character," Ethan corrected. William sighed again, "no," he said then took a sip of his beverage. Not only a manager, Ethan is also William's cousin. The two of them grew up together since childhood. Ethan is the closest person to and knows all about William. Including the real identity of the 29 year old man, who is a werewolf. The existence of werewolves is like a joke to most of people in the world. But there are also those who believe, even obsessed with finding proof. But in fact, the creature

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Cursed from birth, Tristan had to suffer the hereditary curse passed down to him because of the sins of his father. His father Mateo had killed his cousin brother who was supposed to be the Alpha and took over the Alpha position and in doing so, he angered the moon goddess and so she placed a curse on Mateo and his son who had been born then. Tristan had to endure the hate of his pack members from a very young age. He didn't know what he did and why they hated him for he caused no harm nor pain to anyone and as he grew up, he began to ask questions and finally he got an answer from his father himself who had told him of the crime he had committed and the curse placed on their family.