Eternal Curse Novels & Stories

The son, actually. Kieran. Alpha of Moonveil. Coincidentally, The second man involved in the curse. Now, I just had to find her. The curse was already at work, I could feel it. But this time, I had no idea how our story would play out. That terrified me. "Alpha?" I blinked, returning to the present. One of my men looked at me expectantly. "What’s our next target?" My gaze dropped to the map. We’d been exerting pressure, pushing the hands of the large packs through sustained attacks and raids.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

We have work to do, she said. She trained harder than ever. Every morning, she ran the length of the valley. Every afternoon, she fought Holt in the clearing. Every evening, she sat with Wren and planned. The curse, she said. Tell me everything you know. Wren spread a map across the table. Old symbols. Old words. Old blood. The curse was cast centuries ago, she said. A born wolf wanted immortality. He made a deal with something dark. The deal gave him eternal life, but it cursed his bloodline. Every wolf descended from him burns out. The born wolves last longer. The turned wolves last less.

The Elder Vampires, driven by a malevolent force, sought to plunge our world into chaos. One fateful night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, revealing herself as Celestia, a powerful seer with knowledge of the curse's true origin. "The curse was never meant for you, Hera," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "It was a weapon forged by the Elder Vampires to control and manipulate the supernatural realms." My eyes widened in disbelief. "But why me? Why was I cursed?" Celestia's gaze bore into mine. "You are the key to breaking the curse. The power within you is both a blessing and a curse. Only you can unlock the true potential that lies dormant within the curs

And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death. In her bid for revenge, Isolde inadvertently stumbled upon the secret of immortality. As she delved deeper into dark magic, she discovered a ritual that granted her eternal life, allowing her to witness the repercussions of her curse for generations to come. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of the realm's inhabitants, creating a legend that would be passed down through generations – the legend of the immortal witch who sought vengeance against the lycans.

ends flashback. The Gipus Curse: This was the curse that the witches of Gipus kingdom had cast over the immortals of Green kingdom. It reduced them to half-mortal and half-immortal making them unable to live forever. The original Greens, Terese and Bingy-White were forced to sacrifice a few of their lives to save their son and granddaughters by doing this the latter became immortal. When they sacrificed some of their years, Terese and Bingy-White, their bodies could no longer exist on earth so they went into the land of immortality to sustain what had remained of their souls. This sacrifice was the only deal they could make with the witches of Gipus kingdom to have them quit practicing dark

He remembered the Dark that had been pursuing the entire Eridanus genus, turning them into bloodthirsty murderers. This curse was like no other because it was an innate one. It was called “Hunger of the Dead”.

Winston asked. "You’re right. But the one who cursed me was an earth witch. I don’t know why the notes are in the ice witch language." Vlador responded. "I’m sorry, but can you tell me what the curse is?" Winston asked. Vlador paused, then answered, "I will never feel full, and I will never sleep. That’s my curse." "Oh, you poor young man," Winston sighed. "If that’s the curse, perhaps I was wrong to think it involved two bloodlines. The term 'mortal girl' also seems too odd for this curse. Did I mistranslate it?" He reached for his dictionary again.

Her brow furrowed in concentration; her mind fully immersed in the ancient words that danced across the page. "The curse, cast by Selene's hand," Lucy's voice trembled, as if she herself could feel the weight of that fateful moment, "bound The Lycan Lord to an eternal struggle, cast to the underworld awaiting someone to summon him." The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of an unending torment that echoed through the ages. The thought of such suffering, of being eternally ensnared in the clutches of despair, stirred an ache deep within my chest.

Caleb's replica yelled agony, voice raw and broken, lunging desperate but too late. Ophelia went limp, eyes dimming as she gasped final words. "You'll suffer... tormented by my spectral hand... an eternal curse. I'll haunt every lifetime, reincarnated to plague you. I'll be your curse, my hand reaching across ages. We'll fall in love each time, only to kill one another. There will never be a happy ending for us in every lifetime" Her body shuddered still, curse hanging heavy in the air like smoke.