Eternal Curse Novels & Stories

"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

After all, at the end of everything, we would come back in each other’s arms. As we are cursed for eternity. Cursed of being together forever.

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

“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's choosing. Every day, I choose you. Every day, I choose to protect what we've built. Why should today be any different?" "Because you'd be immortal," Luna whispered. "Eternally bound to a duty that will consume you." "Then I'll be consumed with you," Vincent replied simply. "And we'll face eternity together." The Original nodded slowly. "So it is written. Come, Alpha Vincent Blackthorne. Let us bind you to the curse, to the balance, and to your mate eternally."

Our lives, it seemed, were not solely our own but intricately connected to a legacy that demanded our attention. As Ethan, Olivia, and I delved deeper into the secrets of our ancestors, we discovered a hidden agenda that had haunted our family for centuries—a curse that had plagued each generation, seeking retribution for past transgressions. The curse, we learned, was the reason for the relentless storms that had battered the Blackwood estate, the unexplained tragedies that had befallen our predecessors.

Garry connected the dots, Kaiden nodded, he has seen and heard even the unspoken words of Fiona. Madam Dera shook her head “No wonder the curse was effective.” Madam Elise nodded. “Do you know what she asked for?” Kaiden asked. They all shook their heads in the negative including Elise. Kaiden sighed and said “She asked for everlasting unhappiness for her enemy, that their son, which is their happiness would never be happy and wouldn’t find his mate, she was the one who cursed me.” “She was pained.” Chase said sadly, Garry nodded in agreement.

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.