Amy Lee Evanescence My Immortal Novels & Stories

{Lyra} Just before the space was destroyed. Before the last of my power was absorbed. Before I opened my eyes and watched Varen stare me down, I had one final conversation with Alissa. Her voice was faint, the sound of it already weakening. Her presence — what remained of her — looked ghostly and see-through. “He’s immortal now,” she said, and there was no softness in it. No comfort. Just a heavy, cruel truth. I paused for a few precious seconds, taking in the information.

Kaelan and I stood near the front, watching as Evan led Leah toward the ceremonial platform. She was breathtaking in a soft white dress, and her long hair cascaded down her back like a river of gold. Evan, wore a traditional ceremonial robes, and looked at Leah with a tenderness I had never seen before. The pack was full and the people were waiting. An elder addressed the people. “Tonight, under the watchful eyes of the Moon Goddess, Alpha Evan of Silver Cross will claim his fated mate, Leah, and mark her as his Luna.” He gestured for Evan to step forward and he did, holding Leah's hand.

I've been hiding among them, wearing masks: Ice hockey star. Billionaire heir. Third-year student. All lies. Until the one scent that can break me fills the air. Warm. Soft. Jasmine dipped in fire. My whole body goes rigid. Lucian notices. "What is it?" My voice is barely a breath. "Her." And then she walks in. Evelessa. My mate. My curse. My salvation. My obsession. My tiny spark, now grown into something dangerous and devastatingly beautiful.

I just want to get away for a while. The wind is strong and the hem of my dress is blowing away. The air felt good and seemed to take my thoughts away. I let out several heavy breaths. I should not think that I am affected. First, I'm not Elena and I don't belong in their world, so why should I affect the picture I saw? What now if we have the same face? I am not Elena Blanca Ceres. I'm Alessia Andromeda Condor, that's different. I am a human and he is an immortal.

Angel Angel groaned as the music from his sister's radio blared in through his open bedroom door. He was having the best dream ever all about Sarah. It was so real: her beautiful eyes, her lips; he could even taste them. Who knew how far the dream may've gone. He frowned, listening to the music that interrupted his fantasies. His sister Sofia was only sixteen, but she'd recently discovered The Beatles and was blasting their music every chance she got. To top it off, the blow dryer was roaring.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good a

Emily stood by her side, her presence offering a grounding force in the midst of Ivy's swirling emotions. "Now, Amy," Emily said, her voice gentle yet firm, "it's time to release your inhibitions and embrace the transformation within you. Take off your clothes and stand in the center of the clearing. Let the moon's light wash over you and connect with the primal essence that resides deep within your being."

Just as I finished grabbing a sandwich and a soft drink, the phone rang. "Hello!" The other end of the line seemed to have encountered something dire, and the voice was a little panicked: "Brother... Hurry up to the 'Stolen Heaven' to save me." This voice belongs to Haley... Eric frowned: "What are you doing there?" "...There's no time to explain. They're about to burst through the door. Hurry up and save me." Through the phone, the noisy sound and the scolding transmitted into his ears, getting louder and louder. Eric paid the money and hurriedly said: "Okay, stay in there and try to delay the time; I'll come right away."