Are Werewolves Immortal Novels & Stories

One slight mistake could incur his wrath, talk more of disobeying him or keep him waiting. He didn't want Jayden to hurt his mate again, not after he had almost strangled her to death some hours ago. She was human and his mate, for God's 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.

She has looked at immortality, but so far, they’ve all been dead ends. “No, but these things take...” enraged, he grabs her by the neck. “I’m getting older every fucking day we don’t have time, find a way, or I’ll melt this lasting beauty you’re obsessed with.” He throws her into a pile of books on the ground. She scrambles to her face clutching her neck and struggling to catch her breath. “Immortality is tricky. Werewolves aren’t meant to be immortal. It goes against nature.” She replies once she’s able to talk again. He growls and clenches his fist as he approaches her again.

"I don't know how accurate this is, but back in Spain, gran told me that this particular rogue group has come together with those witches from long ago to create an immortality potion." My eyes widen. "They freed the witches?" I ask with shock written all over my face. "Yes, they did," Jessica answers. "Witches were working on immortality when they were locked away for good, but these rogues freed them and now there is an army of them working together with the rogues." Immortality isn't unheard of in the supernatural world. Vampires are immortal, but not werewolves. We have a long life span that exceeds two to three hundred years sometimes, but we aren't immortal.

I keep my attention on her, wondering what she's thinking. "Yes, they are... but they can be killed." "Correct, my child." Understanding begins to wash over me, as I realize what the Oracle is getting at. Kenji appears to be on the same page as he finishes Wynter's thought. "As long as their head is ripped off, and their body burned. Otherwise, they just heal themselves." Instead of responding, the Oracle simply nods his head in agreement. "Immortality, in that case, doesn't mean you will never die. Only that you don't suffer from the vulnerabilities of others. So like how a werewolf can be killed with silver, wolfsbane, or extensive injuries."

As long as she forgives me though , it's fine . "What do you mean.. what you are?" He said slowly." You're a disgusting mutt... that's what you are." He said. "Are you kidding me? Do you really think a werewolf can escape a vampire bite.. vice versa." I told him. Enjoying the mixture of his expressions. He was pathetic. When he didn't answer.. I sighed. "I thought you would guess better than that.. I am an immortal. Ever heard of one?" I asked him. "There are no immortals " He said staring at me suspiciously.

I'd rather just die than be that embarrassed but unfortunately even that is impossible…I cannot be killed, at least not by mortal instruments. So knife, gun, hammers, whatever, they cannot kill us. My dad, my brothers and I are what the werewolf kind refer to as “Supreme wolves”. It's in the bloodline. Rumors has it that it was actually a curse placed on us by the moon goddess. That she cursed the fore-runner of our generation with immortality because he tried to usurp her from the throne. That story makes me laugh every single time, I mean who believes in fables? They are just stupid stories told to put kids to sleep so I never believed it but for some reason Lucian seems to believe a lot o

she says, “a place for people like you.” “ ‘People like me?’ ” I ask incredulously. “Werewolves who were rejected,” Claire replies. “Rejected by their packs. But there is a price to pay for living there.” I can’t help but raise my eyebrows. “So you’re saying I’m not the only one this has happened to recently. I thought the last one was over a hundred years ago.” Now Mom steps in, shaking her head. “There are plenty of others, but this place keeps them immortal. It’s part of the price they pay. Blame the alphas, blame the traditions, blame whatever you want. But you’re not alone, Nyx.”

"Werewolves don't grow old and die. When they reach a certain age, they transition into the ethereal realm and begin a new life." "So werewolves are immortal?" He chuckled. "Not immortal. You humans call it death. You grow old and die, without a choice. But for werewolves, it is called Transitioning. Here, you have a choice to transition into the ethereal realm, or you can choose to remain in the real world." "That's the strangest thing I've ever heard." She murmured. "So anyone can choose to remain in the real world forever?" "Yes, but as the years go by, they get tired of living. A new generation begins, and they're left feeling alone. In the end, they willingly transition."

“Braver than most. But strength doesn’t always protect us from fate.” I swallowed. “What happened?” “She performed the connection-cutting ritual,” the old woman said, her tone calm and deliberate. “She did it to sever her bond with an immortal werewolf.” The words hit me like ice water. “An… immortal werewolf?” She nodded. “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.”

“I restored my energy through my natural elements: earth, through the castle itself, wind through the breeze, and water through the snow. They were hay to give me an energy boost when I ran low. We have been working together like that since I first met my elements.” “Interesting,” King Joachim said. “I have not seen someone so in touch with their gifts in many generations. Your ancestor would be proud of you. Of all the Protectors I have met, you are the most like him.” “You knew my grandfather?” “Yes. I am also an Original. The one thing the fiction stories got right about us is that we are immortal unless we are killed and experience a true death.” King Joachim said. “That is awesome.” “Wh