Is Immortality A Curse Novels & Stories

I said. His expression turned somber. He slowly reached over, dressed himself, and stood. He stared off at the ocean. I dressed, too, grateful for the warmth of my coat and patting it to make sure my journal and the scroll were still safe inside. I 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.”

Percy and Matilda watched them with a mixture of pride and sorrow, knowing that their children would never know the life they had once known, a life of warmth, of mortality. But it was not just their children who were bound by the curse of immortality. Matilda also was forever trapped in their youthful forms, but Percy remained how he was before he was turned by Matilda—a blessing and a curse that allowed them to survive the centuries but also to outlive everyone they had ever known. The weight of immortality began to take its toll, and the strain of always looking over their shoulders, of always fearing William’s wrath, began to wear them down.

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 original prophecy is the reason I am who I am. Hundreds of years ago, witches and wolves fought horribly. They were trying to exterminate each other. The moon goddess blessed a very powerful witch with the power of the elements, fire, water, wind, and earth. She was also gifted two wolf mates. One of them had a pure heart and one of them was evil. Her magic was so strong it was too much for one person. It was meant to be shared with a wolf. She had to choose the mate with a pure heart, and once they bonded, her magic was shared with her mate. It was supposed to create a couple so strong that they would rule over all the wolves and witches and create a union and peace between the races.

"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."

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.

“No, I do not. You just behave yourself, Mr. Logan.” As Imara rested her head on her arm along the seatback in front of her, Ben watched her while she laughed and marveled at the technology. His smile fell as he suddenly realized that someone like Imara, so sweet and pure of heart, just wasn’t meant for this world. That the truth was that the worst curse of all was that they were born into the wrong world and forced to continue in it long after their times were through. They just didn’t belong there anymore, but no matter what they did they had to keep returning anyway. They were living ghosts haunting the world with no way of crossing over.

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

They, who disappeared from the world. The immortality he has is no blessing but a curse. A divine curse mothers give their sons so that he will forever be their child. ~*~ Everyone was silent as they listened to Rory’s story. Renata broke the silence, “I understand nothing, Teacher.” Rory facepalmed after hearing what she said. Yner spoke, “if deities gifted him immortality as a blessing, why would it be a curse? Aren’t deities good, Teacher?”

"We need to find a way to become immortal." I tell my family the next morning. "All of us. Together. So I'm never alone. So I never choose the Absolute." Luna looks worried. "Immortality isn't a gift, Mom. It's a curse. Living forever. Watching everything change. Everyone you love dying anyway because immortality never extends to everyone." "Then we make it extend to everyone." I stand. Determined. "We find a way. We research. We experiment. We don't give up."