Becoming Immortal Novels & Stories

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." It shook its head. "It's not like that." He initially responded to me. "Over time, a lot has changed, Alessia. I wanted to just go back to the Philippines. But a lot happened. I was given the chance to become immortal. That was a bit difficult on my part because if I choose to be immortal, I will give up my humanity. But I also agreed in the end because I had more important things to think about than myself. That's why I became immortal, two years ago." He told me a story.

There were the remains of dead Rogue Immortals! Rogue Immortals were Cultivators who had passed the Nascent Soul, Nirvana, Apotheosis and Grand Completion Realms. After the Great Completion Realm, they must survive the Ordeal. If they succeeded, they would turn into real Immortals and soar to Heaven's Realm above. They would be released from the cycles of life and death. They could continue cultivating and become Immortal Lords and God Kings.

Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts. There was no protocol for what Lisa had just seen. She had never heard of anything like that happening in all her time as a reaper. Humans were born, they lived and they died, the end. That was the iron law of the universe that every human was subject to without exception. Of course, some could get lucky and survive fatal incidents but no one was so lucky that their wounds instantly healed. Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.

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.”

Old Hagstorm grinned and replied, “According to legend, the complete technique allows a person to transcend even the realm of immortality.” Transcend immortality? Damn. Registus was utterly speechless. Immortals were already considered the highest and most elusive beings. They were beyond reach and incomprehensible. What kind of existence could transcend even immortals? It was hard to imagine and could not be spoken of carelessly. Just thinking about it made Registus subconsciously shake his head. It was as if entertaining the thought itself was blasphemy. Old Hagstorm withdrew his thoughts and looked at Registus. “Now, do you understand why I keep beating around the bush and delaying Andriu

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.