Is Immortality A Curse Novels & Stories

She nods her head. "Second, should he ever give in to this darkness, the immortality curse will only allow you to end him. You brought him into this life, and you will be the one to take it if he should ever embrace his dark desires" he demands. She only nods. My vision swirls again and I'm on an island with a huge castle surrounded by lava, fire, and ash.

"I'm getting old by the day, Luka," "That's a blessing," "It's a curse, Luka. What happened to immortality? Shouldn't that be the blessing?" I was taken aback by his comment. "It depends on the person. Old age might be a blessing to one person and a curse to the other. Immortality is a blessing to some and a curse to others," He pointed at me. "You're still as smart and funny as your father said," "It's an honor to hear such praise from you,"

“You really were great, can you do it now? Now that you remember will you able to make yourself a hybrid?” May asked me and I shook my head. “I am cursed, because of the curse I can perform such magic, I will need to lift the curse If I want to become a hybrid,” I replied. “Why did your people curse you for that? Immortality is something that everyone wants, why?” Alexa asked. “Not witches back then, the hatred between supernatural beings was worse than it is now. T hey killed each other for no reasons and witches were obsessed with balance of nature.

The Goddess's eyes go cold and dark as she whispers in a horrified voice, “One must never use another creature to heal... It’s black magic, and it might save someone's life, but at the cost of your own..” Jolene is confused, “What?” The Goddess is still dazed off as she explains, “If someone is dying and you kill a witch, werewolf, or another mystical creature, it can make that person immortal. This immortality comes with a curse..” She stops and snaps at Jolene, “I NEVER SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT!” Jolene throws her hands up in the air, in mock surrender, “Who me? To what do you speak?” The Goddess shouts and points her whole hand at her, “EXACTLY!”

"The power of the Guardian Chief is not yet there, we cannot go out until Janra's curse on the camp is broken." The cursed of that witch was still attached in our camp. You can get in but there is no hope of getting out. It's unless you're going to be a mortal or you'll die. Well.. it depends on the power you have. If you are just a simple wolf and vampire, you can't escape the curse and die, but if you have some powers, or more powerful than others, then the immortality and strength you have will vanish. You will be left with just your body and mortal being. It's a good thing he didn't get cursed in the camp when he was deposed and stripped of power.

No, he couldn’t love the woman who had caused him so much pain for hundreds of years. “Love is not a curse,” Apo said as he appears. “Love is a curse,” the young man said in a cool tone. “You know I never believed in love.” Apo looks at him as he sighs and continues to speak. The young man walks into his room. It is not known whether Rachata knew that the immortality he had gained resulted from sacrificing the life of a woman he loved with all his heart. But he thought it was a curse that made him watch loved ones and those around them die repeatedly.

"No, what do they say?" "They are blessed by the creators to truly enjoy being immortal." Seraph's comment piqued Esper's ever curious mind. "What about those who are cursed?" Seraph's eyes darkened for a flash, but he quickly recovered himself before answering. "They are cursed with an insatiable hunger and are forced to walk the earth alone in their own personal purgatory. But that is just an old wife's tale." A chill ran down Esper's spine as she pondered the thought of having to wander alone for eternity. She counted herself lucky to be blessed with her family and friends.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

My heart plummeted as the full weight of my father's words settled upon me, the realization of the dark legacy we carried coursing through my veins like a poison. "So, you're saying that Swiftclaw cannot be vanquished because of his lineage?" I murmured, my voice betraying a mix of resignation and anguish. "Yes, my son," my father affirmed, his voice laced with regret and weariness. "The curse of immortality runs deep within him, intertwining his existence with that of the ancient demon. To extinguish his life would require a sacrifice of unimaginable proportions, one that would plunge us into the abyss of darkness and jeopardize the very fabric of our existence."

Unfortunately life has refused to grant him that respite which is why he's lived as long as he is. "So... He's immortal?" Lord Mortis frowned. "He's very much not. It has something to do with the curse." He revealed and a whimper died in my throat. So there is a curse. Dread and panic mixed to create a nauseating pool at the pit of my stomach and I wanted to throw up. Except, Lord Mortis wasn't done. His words hung in the air like a dark prophecy, his voice low and gravelly. "After his Majesty's family was massacred by your kind," he began, his eyes glinting with a mixture of sadness and anger, "the king sought dark magic to grow in strength and avenge their deaths."