Becoming Immortal Novels & Stories

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

“I know what it's like to be in a world without powers, but once I found my mates, I found everything.” “You're very passionate, and I'll give you that,” Mother Nature said, and an old woman materialized in front of me. “The price for bringing him to your mates back is immortality. I want that from you; however, I will give you the opportunity to reincarnate to meet again.” “What do you mean?” I asked, confused. “When your mates awaken, they will cease to be millennials and immortals,” Mother Nature said. “They will all have their powers, but the lifespan I grant them will be short compared to supernatural life. It's that or it's nothing; you decide.”

If they do decide against us, we'll just give the Queens the old heave-ho and deal with it later. Again, delusion. She sighed. You seem to be working under a flawed premise I've meant to speak with you about for quite some time. Sorry? Where was the flaw exactly? It's not like they can really hurt me or anything. I'm immortal. Immortal, yes, she sent. But not invincible. Gulp. Explain? Immortality means you will live forever, and never grow old, she sent. As long as nothing happens to you. That sounded rather final for something I was given the impression would go on and on forever. Why was this the first time I was hearing this information?

Human in appearance. Weapon in purpose. “Your ancestors were designed,” the figure said quietly, “to counterbalance immortality. Your blood does not simply heal. It corrects.” Seraphine watched as scenes played out immortal beings wounded, dying, resurrected by glowing hands like hers. “When an immortal is healed by your blood,” the figure continued, “their existence is rewritten. They are bound more tightly to life. More real. More… mortal.” Her breath shuddered. “So when I saved Lucien…”

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

As if in a trance, he murmured, "Is this it? Is the once glorious and indomitable Earth now so decadent and impoverished? Is this the result of the departure of the Assembly of Immortals?" He recovered himself quickly and told Chu Xun about what came after the Gold Immortal Realm: one ascends into a High Immortal, then a Prime Immortal, then an Empyrean Immortal, an Immortal Sage, and so forth. "How far could Emperor Ao go, I wonder?" Chu Xun thought quietly.

Vera chuckled and said, “What are you thinking, young master? Not to mention whether the legend of Transcendents is true or not, even if it is true, the legends also noted that the number of people who can successfully become Transcendents at the critical moment of failing the tribulation is very few. It’s difficult to even find one in a hundred, and the success rate is even lower than the success rate of one overcoming the heavenly tribulation. In other words, out of one hundred and two people who overcame the tribulation, only two can successfully pass it, while the other ninety-nine are crushed to pieces by heavenly lightning, with only one lucky enough to become a Transcendent.” Vera the

Albert ranted Sera was completely dumbfounded by the news.... Desmond was once a human spirit too? She wondered "Does it means he was supposed to be born?Then how did he become an immortal? She asked. "can't I also become an immortal and stay by his side? She asked again but got no reply from Albert "All you need to do is kill the immortality in him" Albert said "What?" Sera exclaimed "Yes, and thats the main reason you are going to earth" Albert stated while Sera gape at him in shock

“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.”

“Long before kingdoms existed, and when men feared death enough to worship anything promising escape from it.” I frowned slightly. “And?” “And this was created for one purpose.” His fingers brushed across the blade slowly, “It was created for Ascension.” Knox lifted his gaze toward me finally. “Kings die, empires collapse, even legends rot with time eventually.” His voice lowered slightly. “But I refuse to.” Cold moved slowly through my chest. “So you’re trying to become immortal.” “I already am.” A faint smile touched his face again. “I’m trying to become untouchable.”