Blood Immortal Novels & Stories

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…”

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

he said. "Do I look like I'm lying? Listen! You know who I am. I'm not going to make a false offer by risking someone's life," he said emphatically. Santiago looked deeply into Judith's eyes. The woman didn't seem fazed at all. Then the man asked, "If you have immortal water, why are you still looking for me to save that person?" "Because it won't react to him," Judith replied. The only reason was because the Bloodwolf and his Mate were immune to the immortal water. It was as if the water was part of their souls.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

I was the one who gave you that pain and I should be the one to get you free from your pain. I know after getting my blood, you would be going away but I would be following you. Just wait a bit for me. Just wait for the short spur of time for me. I leaned with the mouthful of my own blood to his restless body, which was barely speaking. "Do..n't," I could hear his low whispers and groans but this was best for both of us. I pressed my lips against his and passed the blood in my mouth to his. With every drop of blood, he gulped through his throat, I was happy to give him the immortal afterlife that he was longing for so long.

“Okay, elaborate.” “My clan heard about the immortal baby,” “And,” “Will you let me finish what I’m saying?” “Okay, just say it.” “Vampire Society has an absolute law that Immortal Babies should be executed. They are seen as a threat. When someone is turned into a vampire, their age will stop and if a baby is turned, they’d stay that age and size eternally. They were a threat because they kill senselessly and will until they're dead.” “What makes her in danger?”

I just… stared at her. For a long time, with my mouth wide open. Not blinking. Not breathing right. Trying to make sense of the words that had just fallen out of her mouth like they were not meant to crush my whole life in one blow. “So you’re telling me,” I said slowly, saying each word like it might burn me if I rushed, “that I…... I’m half vampire?” “Yes,” the councilor said in that calm, serene voice of hers, like she was explaining the weather forecast. “A dhampir to be precise.”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

When the moon is full, the fight is easier for her because Weak Bloods are weak at that time. Weak Bloods are vampires who do not have full immortality and also die from heart attacks or fire, while Silver Bloods are immortal unless unable to drink blood for a long time. She was a Silver Blood on a mission. Milla was alone against the vampires so she had a bit of a hard time. Thankfully, there were no other Silver Bloods there, otherwise it would have been very difficult. I'll be more careful the next time. I can't afford to die in the hands of these murderers, he promised herself.

Muzan The warmth the sun cast on my skin felt strange. You’d think you wouldn’t notice the difference between being immortal and being moratal, but I felt it in every pore of my vein. When you’re immortal, your body stops really feeling, because it adjusts to the fact that nothing can put it in any fatal, realistic danger. Hence, it doesn’t care for the occasional spider or mosquito. Now, even Raquelle’s breath made the hair on my arm stand on its edes.