Eternal Curse Novels & Stories

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

The Wyres adopted it years ago when they were cursed, turning to a new Goddess to worship. “They have chosen this cord, colored like blood, to represent the life that has been lost. And for the life that will no longer be wasted. As their hands are tied, we remember that these ties are not to bind, but to strengthen the vow of their commitment to themselves and their people.

She laughed. "What do you mean?" Camille demanded. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying a lot of people will come for you in the present if you don't end the curse," Samara shouted. "Since you have a curse of eternity, your blood, if given to anyone, would make them live longer than their fated years." For how much longer? I thought and looked at Camille. I had fed her blood twice. If my blood could give her eternity, then I was glad because I was going to be with her forever.

Dear my darling daughter, I knew you would turn seventeen today, as you're reading this letter, I'm sorry, I'm no longer be with you, but I still miss and love you and your mother, always and forever. It also means I have failed to protect you, and I'm terribly sorry to place an awful burden on your shoulders. But Vivienne dear, by now I'm sure you have discovered who you are. Your existence is meant to unleash a stirring prophecy of the Underworld. My daughter, you're not an ordinary girl. No matter what the future turns out to be, the destiny is yours. May the goodness of your heart help you against all odds. Yours for eternity,

It was another act of senseless violence. “The Alpha of the enemy was cruel and demanded the punishment of my people. He thought they were evil and that they needed to be put down. But one of the elders found a witch who tried to help them by putting a sort of fail safe. If the Alpha was to take down their Alpha, then he and his pack would be cursed for all of eternity. The curse of immortality.” That didn’t sound like much of a curse to me. Who wouldn’t want to live forever. “There was a Great War fought between the two packs in a final showdown. The Bloodhound took down the wolves but in spilling the blood of the Alpha he cursed him and his pack.

“But he was a vampire—he had immortality. Couldn’t that have saved him?” She shook her head slowly. “No. The curse is called the Curse of Death for a reason. You can’t escape it, not even with immortality. It’s not just a curse. It’s a sentence. A final one. The only way to end it is by dying, but even that... it’s not merciful. It lingers.” I took a step back, processing the weight of her words. “But I can’t accept that. Nikita has already lived for twelve years under this curse. Longer than anyone. She’s strong. She has to be able to survive it.”

"It doesn't just curse one generation. It creates a cycle. Each generation passes the curse to the next, growing stronger each time. Eventually, the entire bloodline becomes corrupted. Turned into something dark." My blood ran cold. "That's what she did. Not just a simple curse. She created an eternal one." "Possibly. But if she did, there should be a record of it. The ritual requires specific components. Specific timing. It's not something you can do casually." "Check her records. Everything we took from the warehouse. Look for evidence she performed the Eternal Garden." Over the next three hours, we went through every document we'd taken. Maps. Files. Journals. And finally, we found it.

For years, centuries, he had searched, through battlefields and banquets, through whispers and seer’s riddles, clinging to the thread of prophecy that one day, she would come. But time had passed like smoke. And she never did. “Gone,” he whispered to the silence. “Or worse, never meant to be.” The thought tasted like betrayal. Not from a woman, but from fate itself. The Moon Goddess was said to be just. Cruel, sometimes, but just. Why then had she cursed him—the last of the Draven bloodline—to rule alone, to ache with this yawning void in his chest? Why did she give him power, immortality, strength beyond measure—but leave his soul to rot unloved?

Urrale stopped pacing to look at the elder who spoke. “What is an Endless curse I have never heard of this curse, and I completed the entire spell so why is this curse happening to me?” Urrale asked in confusion. Another Elder smiled, “The Endless curse causes the person who uses that particular spell to suffer for all eternity, your body will rot. You will have to use your power to regenerate, because soon you won’t be able to move without something falling off. It was designed to give you the power you seek, but also curse because of your greed. Soon you will only be able to use your power to keep your body from falling apart.” The elder said, sitting back down unafraid. Urrale’s eyes wid