Are Vampires Immortal Novels & Stories

"I didn’t give birth to the Quafars directly, but they are still my children. I found them, lost, abandoned, during one of my travels—perhaps two hundred years ago." Wow. A tired sigh. "You lose count of the days when you age like an immortal." "Are you an immortal?" I needed to know, not sure if that was even a concept. Even vampires died at one point. Surely they didn’t live forever? That was impossible. "I am not. ‘Almost’ will be the word. So back to my children—if you know your books, if the stupid woman hasn’t banned them all from the sights of those above, you will know they are extinct creatures. Creatures believed to be extinct."

Sharmaine can only choose one. Pandora once said, the blood of the immortal is the most magical thing in the world. It takes thousands of years for a vampire to give birth to an immortal, because vampires can neither bear children nor have true love. Vampires are cursed to live in solitude. Pandora has met the woman she has loved all her life, who is not afraid of vampires, who protects her, who willingly waits for her return no matter how long it takes. Pandora was once happy, but also excruciatingly sad. Sharmaine is the only connection between Pandora and the woman she loves.

Every other race was simply inferior in their eyes. Vampires had the gift or curse of immortality, depending on how you looked at it, but they needed blood to survive and couldn’t step foot into the light of day without combusting. Sure, they had super strength, speed, and the ability to regenerate when they fed, but they were no match against a dragon.

However, vampires could reproduce sexually with humans. The third fact was that they drank blood for nutrition. They could consume human food, but their systems did not work as before when they were alive, so they didn't have the same digestive capabilities. The toxic chemicals within their abdomens would just destroy the food before any nutrient could be absorbed. So, they had to drink blood with was directly absorbed into the systems without being destroyed. The fourth fact was that vampires were immortal. Not unusually long-lived, or slow aging. They were literally frozen in time.

Marissa was high up in the air but was still bloody due to the heavy methods she used, made blood spill on her and some were her own from the vampires relentless effort to bring her down. They were officially her most hated creatures alive because why were they so persistent. It also took a lot kill one of them. She could literally see one that had taken her strikes twice, resurrecting. They were immortals but immortality should at least have a line where the people can’t leave beyond, because how does a creature survive a rain of thunder followed by being knocked down and buried by a huge tree. A sigh left her lips as she rolled ger eyes when one of the armoires called him commander.

Jeanie explained. "I thought vampires were immortal creatures?" I thought out loud. "Not exactly. They are immortal/immune when it comes to disease and they can regenerate/heal when they are physically harmed, but they do age. It's just much slower compared to humans, so it seems like they're immortal. Human aging is sped up due to the amount of sleep they get at night, diseases, and their inability to regenerate and heal themselves quickly. The drinking blood thing helps the vamps too. It's like they are literally sucking the life force out of people and the more people they drink the longer they live." Jeanie tried to explain.

None of the books I read explained why vampires weren't immortal, and I can't exactly tell Helen that I’m basically a transmigrated stranger. "I can't seem to remember it clearly. Can you explain it to me?” I went with the honest, humble-student route. She readjusted her seat before launching into the story. Apparently, thousands of years ago, vampires were immortal. They lived forever and could only die if they were beheaded. Nothing else worked—not fire, not a stake to the heart. Until one day, a vampire offended a powerful witch. That’s when I realized witches existed in this world too.

She was human and his mate for God sake and humans have fragile bodies. They are the weakest of all creatures and they grow old and die but after being marked by their mates they stay immortal like the Werewolves, Vampires and the Witches. The Vampires also mark their mates but the Witches and Wizards use their magic to give their mates immortal lives. As for the humans who fall in love with their fellow humans, they grow old and die that's why most humans wished to be the mates of a Werewolf so they could live an immortal life.

"But among them, vampires are undoubtedly the most treacherous. Nobody dares to cross them." "I always thought witches were the most dangerous," I interjected. "Witches can be dreadful, but they tend to be more direct in their actions. Vampires, on the other hand, have the luxury of time on their side, thanks to their immortality," she remarked. Up until that moment, I had never encountered a vampire, goblin, or even a fellow human, to be honest. My upbringing had been so sheltered that my knowledge of the outside world was limited to what I had gleaned from books and school lectures. I regretted not paying more attention, as I now found myself wishing I had been better informed.

Malakai’s mental eyes widened as the Ancient’s memories suddenly unlocked, pouring into his mind like a river of black fire. He saw the dawn of the immortal race. He saw a time before castles, before treaties, and before the Sovereign lineage had ever drawn a breath. In the beginning, the vampires weren't delicate politicians who worried about sunlight and wine; they were the ultimate, apex predators of the primordial earth. They were massive, unstoppable gods of the hunt who commanded the shadows with absolute authority.