Becoming Immortal Book Novels & Stories

“If I’m so clever, then why can’t I remember any of this?” “It’s the magic of rebirth.” Rosemary flipped through the pages as Daniel narrowed his eyes at her. His eyes snapped to Sigrid as a flash of panic raced through him. “What do you mean?” She glanced up from her book and shrugged. “We all come back, that’s true, but we have to start over.” She pulled her feet around and crossed her legs under her skirt, and sighed. “We’ve been in this place before, but we can’t remember. It’s that way for everyone when they reincarnate. We have to leave those things in the past so we can move on to something greater.”

“You brought a bathing suit. Really? Like that old, pasty-ass Viking is taking us on some tropical vacation or something.” When his fingers found the metal case, he took it out and opened the lock. He touched each tiny, green glass bottle until he found Burdock Root and dumped out a handful. Thoughts invaded his mind about tonight as he tossed them around in his hand and stood from his chair. “Blood. You exchanged blood.” He bit his lip and scrunched up his nose as he tried to remember the various rites and rituals of the old religion. Rafik’s people were more secluded and secretive and practiced a purer form of witchcraft than modern societies like Savannah. “It sounds the same, though.”

(I circle them with the incense) Grant them access to your throne Let them reign with you till ages past To you oh queen of blood!... Let your light absolve their dark. Make them faithful to thee alone. Forever they shall remain in this brotherhood. I touched them with the owls and immediately thick groans filled the air. They coughed and changed as the Immortality filled their soul. "The rebirth of immortals…"

As the car crept closer to the Velvet Vagabonds, her heart clenched tighter and tighter. "If you make it back alive, I will tell you." The young man's words echoing in her mind. Her fists tightened, her resolve strengthening. 'I have to survive and return, no matter what.' From the outside, the Velvet Vagabonds resembled a beautiful castle. Its interior was lavishly decorated, making it the perfect playground for the wealthy and privileged. As Hayes entered the Velvet Vagabonds, Mia caught sight of a metal cage containing a vicious dog and a young man. The young man was engaged in a fierce battle with the dog. It was said that if one could defeat the beast, the person could escape Velvet Vag

I tell her and she pulls me into a big hug and then pulls away and says, “Shit they are going to kill each other.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. We both began to race through the sand to the sidewalk and then it happened. A large black van stopped in our path and four large men with masks on jumped out of the van and grabbed us. Emily and I tried fighting them off but they were too strong as they threw us in the back of the van and shut the door. Emily moved to me wrapping her arms around me like she was protecting me from them. “Leave her out of this. She isn’t one of us.” Emily said to the men and I realized that the men that took us were immortals just like herself and now me

To Chase, this place was clearly an illusion created by the Dark Inner Demon based on Norm's old memories. That meant the Book Immortal could be one of the Dark Inner Demon's tactics. What was it thinking by exposing itself so easily? "You're here for the secret of Norm Weber's illusion, am I right?" the Book Immortal asked with a smile. "Well, I…" Chase had no idea how to react when the Book Immortal mentioned the illusion so directly. "Do you know how to break it?" Daintybells was confused by the conversation. What illusion? Why did it need breaking? How did the Book Immortal know all of these?

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

“We are so sorry for the pain. We lost control in our lust. But you survived the turning. You are immortal now.” I lay there for a moment, processing everything. The fear that had gripped me during the helpless paralysis and agonizing transformation slowly melted away. This was what I had always fantasized about. Not just being bitten and fucked by vampires, but becoming one. Joining them in the eternal night. The obsession that had consumed my human life had led me here, and the result was even more perfect than any book or dream had promised. A slow, genuine smile spread across my face, revealing my brand-new fangs.

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”