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Lucian sighed, "I'll remove the bullets and treat your wounds after you fall unconscious and leave you in this cell instead," "And how long is that going to be?, till I wither away and die at an old age" Lucifer questioned Lucian, "Sorry to break it to you Lu Lu, we might just be immortal, after all, we are sons of Van Helsing and our shitty older brother is also an immortal," "I'll release you after I kill the witch and break the curse, I'm certain your love for her would disappear with the curse," Lucian said walking towards him. "And what if it's your love that disappears instead?," Lucifer chuckled

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

“But it could be tied together. Your immortality might be a curse-” “It isn’t. Our immortality isn’t a curse. It was a gift from the Goddess.” He ruffles his hair and gives me a tired, humourless smile. “Well, I suppose she thought it was a gift.” I’m not so sure I believe that part. “How do you figure?” I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bowden this miserable or tired. It’s been a non-stop shit storm since he mated with me, and he looks like he’s about ready to give up on the whole lot of us and let fate take its course.

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 .

They were clever, ancient, and willing to do whatever it took to get what they wanted. "You know immorality is a curse, Emma." He spoke with a smirk playing on his lips. I knew what he was going to do next. My heartbeat increased, knowing this was the last moment of this life. It was true that immortality was a curse if one had to live alone.

“Braylon? What is going on?” Braylon looked at him puzzled, stunned at the same time. “The reason why I couldn’t use my powers. I mean, the curse that was imposed on the alphas. She…. she can lift that curse,” “Wait, that means…Oh! My! God! The last heir to the Crawford…. Imogen Crawford,” he replied within the period of time his memory flashed back to the hospital. He had seen her name on her identity card, also at her house on her award crystal.

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

she said. His expression turned somber. He slowly reached over, dressed himself, and stood. He stared off at the ocean. She dressed, too, grateful for the warmth of her coat and patting it to make sure her journal and the scroll were still safe inside. She stood beside him. “I want to be with you, too,” he said. “But trust me, you do not want to be immortal. It is a curse. It is much better to die. To start again, clean, fresh, in another lifetime, another place, another time, another body. To not have to remember. To let the life cycle take its course. Our kind…we are unnatural.”

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

Chances were, they would misunderstand and give him something he hated. Rakesh offered Max a gentle pat on the shoulder. “The spirits are fickle,” he said, his words soft. “They might not even grant you what you wish, but curse you instead, thinking that is your desire… I don’t remember a lot, but our immortality caused much suffering. Not everything is worth the price we pay.” Rem snorted and uttered, “shouldn’t play with the very nature of the world and life. Be proud and happy with who and what you are.”