Is Immortality A Curse Novels & Stories

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

“We chose to worship the darkness, cause her power was more freeing than the light. Under it, we could have and achieve whatever we wanted.” “One disadvantage, the other heavenly bodies always have their eyes on us. When they found out what our brother had done, they caused him with immortality—he would live as long as the Supreme Lord, and would be plagued with visions of the people the supreme Lord had killed to sustain his immortality.” “It is a fate worse than death.” Hesper said, sighing sadly. “Imagine dreaming of thousands of dead souls for eternity, their sorrow and death forever plaguing you just because of a single action you took.”

Eloise understood their suffering now in a way no outsider ever could the relentless clawing at the soul, the weight of inherited guilt that pressed down like an unseen hand. According to the fractured stories her mother had gasped out between convulsions of remorse, the curse that now poisoned their bloodline had been born from a single, damning transgression. It had taken root deep within the family because of her mother’s intense, unchecked lust, a fleeting, all-consuming passion that had opened a door to darkness none of them could close.

"End the curse – by sacrificing your bloodline, or repeat my mistake." "And if I refuse to choose?" "Then the world will choose for you." Azrael stepped back, his form dissolving into blood mist. "I once thought immortality was ultimate power. I was wrong. Immortality is only punishment – when the living have no one left to love." His voice faded into the wind, leaving only an echo: "Do not become me, Lucien." --- Another light flared. Lucien turned. Evelyn knelt in the sea of blood, body trembling, blood dripping from her shoulder.

“Until we give up our immortality. Clarke and Ilse did. They are aging now, and by all accounts, they are happier for it.” I can see the confusion on her face, the question unsaid but loud in her expression. I can practically read her mind: ‘Who wouldn’t want to live forever? Why would you give up perfection?’ “Immortality can be a curse, Lyric,” I tell her, the words heavy with my own unending existence. “Not all Lycans want it. Clarke and Ilse never had any children, and they desperately wanted them.” “Why not?” Lyric asks, her gaze fixed on mine.

I roared back. “You see, my son. Humanity is a disease. We inherited this disease from the moon Goddess. The curse in Astrid is the cure to this disease. When the curse is fully awakened, I will channel it; it will be the key to Immortality. The entire generations of wolves will see me as the one and true Alpha God, and they shall all worship me. “You will destroy her,” I sobbed

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

Goddess knows that if I don’t please him, I’m screwed. The last experience I went through with him when I got barely above average is still clean and fresh in my mind, and that's something I don’t want to return to. Goddess knows it was the worst summer of my life. A summer of never-ending torture and pain. Yeah, that’s one thing about being a supernatural that sometimes makes me feel as though I’m bearing a curse or something. The immortality. My dad uses that to punish any vampire rogue that tries to go against his orders or break his instructions.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

“The Goddess saw this and she sought to rectify the mistake that had been made. Immortality should never have been bestowed upon them.” Cassy dove fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp. “Can she not take it back? The abilities and the immortality?” “Creation is not a simple thing. It cannot simply be changed by a decision. Do not presume to understand these things. Your mortal minds were not built to comprehend them.”