Is Immortality A Curse Novels & Stories

"We were cursed. We were put under this punishment, and you want it to continue. How many more loved ones must you see age and die? You had to watch your own children go through it before your eyes." At the mention of her children, she winced. I knew I had hit a sore spot, but that didn't make any of what I was saying any less true. So many of us had to bury our pups because we outlived them. This was no blessing. It was a curse. "We were blessed by the goddess," she said curtly. "We have the gift of immortality. That is the kind of gift many would kill for." "Well, I don't want it."

Nathaniel said warily. She ignored my brother as she went on. "This is no ordinary curse and it will take more than your charms to break it." I rolled my eyes, playing along. "And what will that be?" "A curse of immortality." I stared at her blankly. What did she just say? Immortality? She was way over her bloody noodle. Before I could respond, a burning sensation seared on my chest causing me to look down to inspect it. A breath caught in my throat as I looked upon it.

“I didn’t know.” “No one does. She changed after the blood god made her. She was supposed to be the one who breaks the curse, but…after she was reborn-” Asmodeus shakes his head woefully -“well, you’ve seen her creations. The things your family calls the zombie vampires.” I ignore everything else he just told me. “What curse?” “Immortality can become tedious after a while. There was a time when I wished for it to end. The blood of the immortal golden child holds the key.”

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

My jaw tightened with a fierce intensity, every muscle strained as a wave of fury surged through me. "It's you and me this time. Just us," I said firmly. "You die, they die. That's how the binding curse works," I could hear the smile in his voice. Horus was the only man who could kill me because he created the immortality curse. However, even if I died, my pack would still have an alpha of my blood, ensuring their survival. I wouldn't dare tell him that, though; he might aim dark spells at my unborn pup. Besides, I didn't plan on losing to him twice in my life.

It is believed that the Curse of Undead started from his generation which is nothing but a myth. In past, humans who wanted to be immortal and wanted to live eternally made pacts with the devil himself. The contract was the same for all and it was a genuine one. As per the contracts, the devil sucked all of their blood and made them immortal. But the matter didn't end there only. They were ordered to collect a certain amount of pure types of the blood of humans and as well as ordered to spread The Curse of Immortality.

he continued. Nodding, I said, “You're more knowledgeable now because you have a lot of life experience.” He gave me a sarcastic grin and said, “That's a kind way of calling me ancient.” Pffting him, I explained, “Once our kind reaches adulthood, age doesn't matter since we are blessed with almost immortality. That's why only real mates can reproduce due to our long lives.” Nodding, he grinned. “Fae are the same but live hidden from this realm. Only royalty can cross the barriers,” he sighed as I eyed him incredulously.

The seriousness in his tone cajoled me to listen, so with my arms folded to better secure the sheets around me, I said, “Let me have it.” “I might be a lowly omega wolf, but I’ve been exposed to certain circles within this castle and our pack. And there is one particular tale that remains constant.” A little squelch between my thighs cut through the little pause in his words. “The curse of immortality that the Lycan has suffered for thousands of years can be broken only by his true mate. However, it involves someone dying. And it is very possible that to break the curse, he would have to offer his mate to the evil hands of death.” The words I wished to speak were stuck in my chest. All I cou

My heart raced, but I didn’t pull away. “You’re cursed,” I whispered. “But you don’t feel like a curse to me.” “That’s because you don’t know what I’m capable of when the curse takes hold,” he said, voice rough. “It’s not just immortality, Aria. It’s hunger. Darkness. Rage that never dies. If I let you close, you won’t survive me.” “Maybe you’re wrong,” I said before I could stop myself. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Maybe I’m the one who can survive you.”