Cursed Immortality Novels & Stories

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

"The power of the Guardian Chief is not yet there, we cannot go out until Janra's curse on the camp is broken." The cursed of that witch was still attached in our camp. You can get in but there is no hope of getting out. It's unless you're going to be a mortal or you'll die. Well.. it depends on the power you have. If you are just a simple wolf and vampire, you can't escape the curse and die, but if you have some powers, or more powerful than others, then the immortality and strength you have will vanish. You will be left with just your body and mortal being. It's a good thing he didn't get cursed in the camp when he was deposed and stripped of power.

My jaw tightened with a fierce intensity, every muscle strained as a wave of fury surged through me. "It's you and me this time. Just us," I said firmly. "You die, they die. That's how the binding curse works," I could hear the smile in his voice. Horus was the only man who could kill me because he created the immortality curse. However, even if I died, my pack would still have an alpha of my blood, ensuring their survival. I wouldn't dare tell him that, though; he might aim dark spells at my unborn pup. Besides, I didn't plan on losing to him twice in my life. It was time to prepare for battle…

Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids. Hybrids are half human and immortal. The priveleges of hybrids are they can travel through time, decades to centuries are their time travel perks. They cannot travel like immortals, who can travel even a minute ago, it costs them their life. Hybrids are abandoned after being born. The immortal parent will only leave them a certain amount of money. Hybrids must work to live. You think immortals are bad ones, I tell you we aren’t. Immortals were already have these rules, it’s up to us if we follow or face the consequence. Same goes with the hybrids.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

My heart plummeted as the full weight of my father's words settled upon me, the realization of the dark legacy we carried coursing through my veins like a poison. "So, you're saying that Swiftclaw cannot be vanquished because of his lineage?" I murmured, my voice betraying a mix of resignation and anguish. "Yes, my son," my father affirmed, his voice laced with regret and weariness. "The curse of immortality runs deep within him, intertwining his existence with that of the ancient demon. To extinguish his life would require a sacrifice of unimaginable proportions, one that would plunge us into the abyss of darkness and jeopardize the very fabric of our existence."

‘So the curse is getting worse,’ I conclude. His responding nod is very tired. ‘Yes. The change in the curse comes for all of us. All of the immortals I’ve mentioned, including myself, chose to honour the curse and thereby elevate our immortality. But we didn’t have to. We had another choice. We could have fought the curse, fought our immortality, and remained weaker for it, but more easily sustained. The choice was ours, and it will be yours and Scintilla’s as well: if you reject the curse, you will also be rejecting your immortality. You will not be nearly as powerful as you could be, as you deserve to be, unless you embrace the curse. Do you understand?’

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.