Is Immortality A Curse Novels & Stories

"Ruth is a wizard who has lived for thousands of years. Though she was tagged as evil, she never meddle in anyone's lives until one day she conspired with the Aquans to defeat me. I don't know what was her reason behind it. She didn't kill me as the enemies told her but she threw me out of Ehtrehto Edis and cursed me not to be able to go back. After some time, Peter followed me into the human world and told me that Ruth was killed. Before she died, she poured her blood into the waterfall in Aqua Edis. She told Peter that her curse on me will only be healed by the water in the magical waterfall. But it will be guarded by a beast that will only die using a weapon of the first guardian of light

"Even if it doesn’t feel real.” I pull her into my chest, holding her while she sobs bitterly. "You're supposed to be immortal," Danika cries. "That's what you are. So why are you dying? Why are you hurting me like this?" The question burns me like a red-hot knife. I close my eyes. "I was immortal," I tell her softly. "Until you." Her breath hitches. "The curse made me eternal," I continue, forcing the words out. "I couldn't fade, and I couldn't die even when I wanted to."

Liviana defends weakly and Emilia couldn't help but laugh. "You are and I don't like it," Emilia says, insisting she knew how bad it was for Livi. "So, let's discuss." She prompts, demanding Liviana explain why she thought immortality was more of a curse than a blessing. "It's just that... even if you were a loner, there's going to be at least one person that you love," Liviana says. "A family member, a friend, maybe even a lover," she shrugs. "There's going to always be at least one person that you don't want to lose. And eventually, you will."

“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.

‘So the curse is getting worse,’ I conclude. His responding nod is very tired. ‘Yes. The change in the curse comes for all of us. All of the immortals I’ve mentioned, including myself, chose to honour the curse and thereby elevate our immortality. But we didn’t have to. We had another choice. We could have fought the curse, fought our immortality, and remained weaker for it, but more easily sustained. The choice was ours, and it will be yours and Scintilla’s as well: if you reject the curse, you will also be rejecting your immortality. You will not be nearly as powerful as you could be, as you deserve to be, unless you embrace the curse. Do you understand?’

challenge her"? We just need to know if-" "Mother Mary, I believe that you are aware of this. We are supernatural beings, not immortals. We dare not go against them, nor dare we challenge them, else the world might cease to exist." Calise's brow creased in displeasure, and she abruptly stood up from the chair. "The immortals have no mercy, and neither are they wicked." "Just like she said, the curse can only be broken by true acceptance, nothing else." "I don't understand what she means by true acceptance." Mother Mary stood up from the chair and gazed at Calise with a pleading look on her face. "Just help us, please."

“A cursed creature who could not die. His kind are rare—beasts of old bloodlines, born of moonlight and shadow. They crave connection, not love. They bind themselves to others to escape the loneliness of immortality.” “Although what I don’t understand is why you both are been tormented by the same person”