Eternal Curse Novels & Stories

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.

Grace Winter gave a kick on her stomach. "Don't ever appear in front of me. If you do, It will be your last day" Jarel Hall gave her a warning before he left the place with Grace Winter. Back to the present, Katherine thought after the graduation from high school her life will become better, but she was wrong once again. She will never able to escape from this hell. She wants to end everything. Katherine punched the mirror with the strength she has. It was cracked all over the place. Katherine took a piece of glass and slit her wrist. The blood dripped from her wrist and reached the floor. Katherine was happy thinking that she was going to have an eternal sleep which she was longing for. Kat

He cursed her with her worst fears. “With my life as the price, I curse you. May you be inflicted with your greatest fear. And may you never die. You will live on and wish for death as the thing you fear the most consumes you.” The curse was a curse of infinite regeneration and her worst fear. To the one-armed Elder, someone like Ashera must fear losing her power the most. And that was what he expected to happen. But if he had lived long enough to see the effects of his curse, he would have been stricken with grief and wished he had been more specific with his words.

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.

The blue moon packs shine came by the polish of their own blood . It wasn’t the lineage which was cursed , it was the pack who was cursed for their heinous crime done . The child alpha never got the love , after that .Not of mate nor even of parents . But every heir of alpha Simon who was the one to be cursed , took the responsibility of curse . With all their hearts and soul . From childhood they knew about the curse and were prepared for the same . The three generation already suffered from it . Its now the fourth generation , the alpha Marcus who is trying the same , to find his mate .

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

“I never wanted to drag you into this world. But Lucien... he’s too strong. And now that you’re involved, you’re not just a victim of this curse. You’re tied to him—tied to both of us, forever.” The words hit her like a slap to the face. The finality of it. Her heart felt like it was in freefall, crashing toward some unseen depth. This was bigger than anything she could have imagined. It wasn’t just about the deal. It was about the very blood running through her veins—the curse that had already marked her. And worse yet, there was no turning back. “You’re wrong,” Lucien said, his voice calm as if enjoying her torment. “There’s no breaking the bond. No freedom from the curse. The bloodline is

I answered her but she's still surprised that I'd know this random scripture. Based in here, this creatures are cursed by the first king itself Henry Velry. A curse spell that's been set upon those who wronged his majesty. Called the divine punishment that all of them feared. A curse for immortality that contains many abilities. At first it was considered a blessing and not a punishment but as the time went by all things had changed. Flesh eating beast that killed tons of human. An organization decided to extinguish each and everyone of them. But failed due to the fact that they were too powerful for them. But instead of backing down they observed on finding out their true weakness that they

"Even if it doesn’t feel real.” I pull her into my chest, holding her while she sobs bitterly. "You're supposed to be immortal," Danika cries. "That's what you are. So why are you dying? Why are you hurting me like this?" The question burns me like a red-hot knife. I close my eyes. "I was immortal," I tell her softly. "Until you." Her breath hitches. "The curse made me eternal," I continue, forcing the words out. "I couldn't fade, and I couldn't die even when I wanted to."