Is Immortality A Curse 소설 & 이야기

“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.

I let out a sudden, incredulous laugh, sharp as glass. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me there's a bloody Disney reference in there. True love's kiss. You cannot be serious." His mouth twitched, but his eyes remained dark. "I thought the same when I read it. I wanted to laugh it off too. But Lilith..." He tapped the page. "It's not a fairy tale. It's what happened." "But then how am I still alive? I should be dead. The curse contained immortality as well." Silence pressed in on us, heavy and tight. At last he lifted his eyes, absolute and unflinching.

“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

“They told her the world needed balance. That my existence tipped it too far toward chaos.” “And she believed them,” I said quietly. “She believed in sacrifice,” he replied. “She always did.” The words settled heavy in my chest. “They lied,” he continued. “They always do. They let her kill me, then bound my soul to the curse. Immortality without pleasure. Blood without sustenance. Love without release.” “And now?” I asked. “And now,” he said, voice low, “they’re terrified because you exist. Because you carry her soul and something else besides. Something they don’t control.”

“That’s impossible. No one is truly immortal. Not even Varyn.” The warrior’s lips twitched in a grim smile. “You don’t understand. Varyn is different. He was cursed long ago, a consequence of his own ambition. And now, his power is limitless. He cannot die by the blade, by poison, or by any weapon forged by man.” I could feel a cold chill creeping up my spine. “How do you know this?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Have you… have you fought him before?”

As Clara strolled through the corridors she could feel a sense of admiration. They settled in a huge, faintly lit room, the atmosphere overwhelming with the fragrance of ancient books and burning wood. Marcus started talking, his voice wearing the burden of centuries. "Centuries in the past, I was cursed with immortality for rejecting my first love. She became a powerful sorcerer, and her rage was limitless. She cursed me to live in time, unable to find a mate, fated to a life of solitude and agony." Clara listened, her heart aching for the man who had suffered for so long. "And you think I can break the curse?"

Lucas's brow furrowed. "Living forever," I clarified. "Watching everyone you love grow old and die." Lucas's expression softened, and he pulled me close. "It's a curse," he whispered. "But it's also a gift. I've seen empires rise and fall, witnessed history unfold. And I've met people like you, Emilio. People who make it all worth it." His words were bittersweet, filled with a deep longing. I realized that Lucas's existence was a double-edged sword – a life of immortality, yet forever bound to the shadows.