Is Immortality A Curse 소설 & 이야기

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.”

"...don't bother him for now, Amaya. He's not here, he left you, why care about him?" I frowned. Yes, I know what he is trying to do, and I have to pretend. "Because I love him. He's my mate. And when he died, I will die too." "Think about yourself or you will die easily here." That's the curse he inherits from me. I'm immortal, but once I died, he will too. If he died, I will die too. We're bound to be together and not separated from each other. Oh, wait... that only means one thing... he's still safe.

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.”

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 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.

Kate’s expression turned complex, and her voice lowered. “Granduncle’s strength kept growing, and so did his ambition. “There were almost no more individuals who could contend with him one-to-one, so he began to think of...immortality!” Immortality! Even Andrius’ eyes twitched slightly at that word. Throughout history, countless powerful individuals have been obsessed with the idea of immortality. However, immortality broke the laws of nature, so it was far from easy.