Is Immortality A Curse Novels & Stories

“Seriously what’s wrong with you?” “That is why I still think being immortal is a curse not a blessing. What’s the use of living for hundred or thousands of years if all you could do is watch people close to you disappear and then remember that for another decade, century or generation. It’s not like we can die whenever we want. It’s not like we can do what mortals do; suicide.”

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.

Something about pure blood witches is a death sentance to us. “We need to get this working, we need to find a cure.” “Maybe this is just the way it is. We’re cursed, sure many chose to become vampire hybrids, but it’s a curse. Some curses can’t be reversed.” “Or, the curse is going to give us the power we need when we break it. Imagine going back to before, to immorality.” That sounds like a bigger curse. Maybe not for them, but for me, someone with a mate who isn’t a vampire, I’ll be set to never age and watch her die slowly. I’ll then be forced to live without a mate.

It was much sadder than mine. Somehow, that broke me. He wanted to die more than I needed him dead. Something about that just undid something in me. “Then why don’t you?” I asked. “This is a matter of will, Edric. You aren’t trying hard enough.” It sounded stupid, and I very well knew that…and I knew he wasn’t doing this on purpose. But who else could I blame? “I was cursed, Diana.” “Yeah, no shit,” I shook my head. “You’re cursed with immortality. Isn’t that crazy? Something I know a lot of people would consider a blessing.” I laughed sarcastically and finally raised my head to look at him.

There was a tumultuous history between them- one almost similar to the stories. Yes, they did dislike each other at some point but were bonded through the curse that had been bestowed upon them. It was hard to relate well to anyone who didn't know of the struggles that an Immortal being would go through. Many thought it a blessing, some even offering sacrifices for the sake of an inkling of their power. None of them knew the burden that came with watching centuries come and go... "That's big coming from you considering the last grand mistake you did or are we still not talking about 'Little red Riding Hood'?"

“What I’m saying is that you have to die to break the curse.” “Thank you.” Zadkiel turned around on his shoes to leave but she spoke again. “But you wouldn’t actually die.” This made him stop again. “What?” He wanted to punch her at this point but he would never do that. “As I said, she knew what she was doing while casting this spell to curse you. The loophole in this curse is that you’re immortal because you’re not just a werewolf. Even if you die, you wouldn’t die.” She passed him a smile.

And what were they fighting about? "Oak decided to leave after much arguments and fights, but he placed an immortality curse on me and my siblings, then he cursed my parents first born, which is me, that I'll never have a heir, no matter how many mates I will have they'll always die four months in their pregnancy" I frowned and shivered as I quickly imagined me dying four months in my pregnancy. "That's so cruel" I blurt out. "Yes, according to him only my true soulmate can lift the curse of immortality, that is after we mate" he pointed between us. "My siblings and I are gonna become mortals again, but my mate will pay a huge price" he stopped talking.

“So you’re saying not only is there witch ancestry in my mate’s genes, but she comes from the goddess herself? You can’t be serious.” Antonio nods solemnly. “I was there when the curse was placed on her, as well as the other races for the crimes of playing God. She had the worst end of the deal. The first vampires, like myself, were cursed with bloodlust in our quest for immortality and power. Witches were cursed with seclusion for tampering with the earth’s elements. The fae and all the races they embody were cursed with mortality for breaking the barrier between their world and ours, though their royalty seems to still live exponentially longer lives.

“And so, he put a spell upon me, forbidding me from killing any of his descendants. But he went even further and prevented me from ever taking anyone that his descendants claimed as their own.” I felt as though I’d been punched in the gut. “What?!” He nodded. “Ernest is Gabriel’s last descendant. If I kill him or take what is his, my empire and all attached to it will crumble,” he went on. “What Gabriel really wanted was me dead, but because I was immortal, and he didn’t know what strange, unknown weakness might claim me as it had him, it was the best he could do. Every immortal has a weakness something that can kill them but most of us don’t know our weakness until it’s too late. And so, si

“What can I do to cure to him? I saw immortality threads in his chest but his gains are turning black. What does it even mean?” He pointed to his bag and I immediately brought it closer to him. He reached inside and brought out white pixie dust, the tooth of a bear and one strand of the tail of a unicorn. He also wrote down a spell for me to chant after placing these items on his chest. “The curse is trying to trick you. Immortality threads are meant for the immortal. So why would an immortal be dying? It doesn’t make sense. After you’re done with this spell, Damon will regain little strength but I can’t guarantee you full recovery. He’ll still need to bear a child if he wants to be free of