Blood Immortal Novels & Stories

Black curse: Delivers a powerful curse to an enemy which poisons the very blood that runs through its body. Immune to debuff. Continually regenerate health at a fast pace Crimson Veins: As long as a drop of blood remains, you can revive again while you are inside the domain. I'll take it regardless of the fact that it was not what I expected. It sounds like all of it is freaking overpowered. I can survive as long as I have a drop of blood? My immortality is hilarious! My domain only focuses on me, but it does not matter since my allies are my summons who do not need any help from my domain since they are already immortal.

I walked slowly towards them and I accelerated the steps little by little. "You killed them! - No, you killed them." Halfway up I jumped and quickly transformed into Seven falling on top of a vampire and ripping his head off. "- Isa, no. Open your eyes. OPEN YOUR EYES! Breathe, please. - The immunity of the 51st was low. She got her ration, her bastard blood must have infected her own immune system. Take another. - A whisper in the shadows. - What did you do? What did she do!? You bastards! You will pay. Did you hear? YOU WILL PAY!

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back. I never expected it to return in this way. After thinking for a moment, I asked another question. “What about Harriet? “Is she still out there? “Is she okay?” The system seemed to search for the answer. A few moments later, it replied: [Harriet's consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her original will and desires.] [No abduction records.] [No residual trauma memories.] [She now exists as an entirely new individual.] [She has a loving family and relatives who cherish her.]

It had been a long time since I'd thought of blood as more than just a necessity to be obtained in the most civilized manner possible and consumed with expedience, not savored. "So what do you do for a living, Ariana?" He sipped at his beer, though with a werewolf metabolism he could have probably downed a whole keg without getting drunk. Most immortals have a less-intense reaction to drugs than humans. If I chugged a whole bottle of wine I might get a slight buzz...but probably not.

It can kill us. Maximus was already shot by a silver bullet but fortunately, he didn't die. Flynn has researched that grace wolves are immune to silver. Werewolves like Maximus were stronger and faster than their normal brethren and that's why he is our alpha, he is the stronger one. We also didn't know if some of us are immune, but we make sure that we're not get hit by a bullet when we embark on a mission. We hold guns against the enemy, and guns are also the enemy's weapon against us. So we are close to the thing that can kill us. If only we were immortals like vampires, we can live longer together but we're just mortal like humans.

We watched as flames engulfed the corpses, instantly warming us. “Who were they?” I asked. “One of our enemies, the Bois Sombre Pack. But they’ve grown really weak. I know it didn’t seem it, but four of them should’ve been able to easily overpower us.” He shook his head. “I probably should’ve kept one alive for interrogation, but fuck them.” He turned and threw his arms around me. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” “Why are they weak?” I asked.

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

The voice of her father lingered in her mind, she shook her head and kicked her legs. “Latina, everything will be fine. You can have as much as you want,” her mother continued. “Will it hurt you?” the little girl asked, concerned. She smiled while nodding her head when her parents said ‘no’. Everything went silent. Nobody dared to make a sound when Latina finally gave in on her desire. That night, she devoured her own parents. Her loving parents who managed to smile while their little girl sucked their blood to death. They may be known as the strongest siblings among the vampire race. The most powerful immortals but, they died just to provide what their love desires.