Blood Immortal Novels & Stories

“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.”

He wasn't going to die. As a physically healthy, fully realized immortal, Malakai’s body would instantly regenerate whatever blood he lost. His heart would keep pumping, his marrow would keep producing, and his veins would keep refilling. To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance.

My lungs burned, and my arms and hands ached. Once my vision adjusted to the light, teary blue-grey eyes met mine right before muscular arms pulled me into a crushing hug. “I thought I lost you again.” His voice was full of pain and desperation. My voice hoarse, I replied, “I’m immortal. Being buried alive won’t kill me, remember?” As I hugged him tightly back, tears threatening to fall.

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,"

The moment I heard the news, I ran there as fast as I could. In my panic, I crossed against a red light. A car hit me. When I was dying, the system appeared. It told me that if I completed a mission, I would receive a reward. The reward would be saving my brother from the accident. I agreed without hesitation. The first time I saw Derrick, I was stunned. He looked so much like Franklin that the word slipped out before I could stop myself. “Brother.” Taking care of Derrick for three years had not only been because of the system’s mission.

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.