Cursed Immortality Novels & Stories

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts. There was no protocol for what Lisa had just seen. She had never heard of anything like that happening in all her time as a reaper. Humans were born, they lived and they died, the end. That was the iron law of the universe that every human was subject to without exception. Of course, some could get lucky and survive fatal incidents but no one was so lucky that their wounds instantly healed. Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

she said. His expression turned somber. He slowly reached over, dressed himself, and stood. He stared off at the ocean. She dressed, too, grateful for the warmth of her coat and patting it to make sure her journal and the scroll were still safe inside. She stood beside him. “I want to be with you, too,” he said. “But trust me, you do not want to be immortal. It is a curse. It is much better to die. To start again, clean, fresh, in another lifetime, another place, another time, another body. To not have to remember. To let the life cycle take its course. Our kind…we are unnatural.”

Isla let out a high-nosed huff and marched off,disappearing down the hall. I watched her go, frozen. My hands trembled around the paper. What is happening? I’d died. I remembered dying. I remembered everything. Kieran. The sword. The blood. The past lives. It had all come back to me the moment he killed And yet… I was alive. Breathing. I stumbled out of the small omega quarters, the morning air biting at my skin. It was chilly. Too chilly. My brow furrowed.

“What I’m saying is that you have to die to break the curse.” “Thank you.” Zadkiel turned around on his shoes to leave but she spoke again. “But you wouldn’t actually die.” This made him stop again. “What?” He wanted to punch her at this point but he would never do that. “As I said, she knew what she was doing while casting this spell to curse you. The loophole in this curse is that you’re immortal because you’re not just a werewolf. Even if you die, you wouldn’t die.” She passed him a smile.

The weight of his words pressed down on me like a stone. “They cursed them with immortality,” he explained, his tone bitter. “But it wasn’t a gift. The ritual made it so they couldn’t die, but they also couldn’t live as they once did. They’re trapped in a state between life and death, feeding on fear and chaos to sustain themselves. Their bodies don’t age, but their minds… they’ve gone far beyond madness. And the blood they drink? It’s not about nourishment. It’s a cruel reminder of what they’ve lost. Each drop fuels their rage, their hatred.”

To build up resistance – did that mean he had been exposed to the substance frequently? “I’m the Cursed Alpha,” he said with a shrug. “Those who could not face me in battle tried other means.” My expression must have been funny because he chuckled. “But I was cursed with immortality so it didn’t hurt.” “But you’re not anymore,” I said. He blinked but said nothing. “You’re not cursed anymore,” I pressed yet he still did not respond.