Blood Immortal Novels & Stories

Unable to even speak a word, Eros carefully tucks my trembling arms back under the blankets "Your body is currently in a state of hypothermia. Due to your immortality, it isn't killing you but it also it also isn't absorbing any heat what so ever. This whole ordeal is quite strange. We've never seen or heard of anything like this happening before." she explains, sounding defeated at the end.

"What do you mean by real immortal? I mean I'm an immortal yet I can die." "Yes that's the difference, you as an immortal can die but he can't, so that makes him a real immortal. Immortality means you can't die and he can't." "How's that possible?" William asked. "When you left you came back differently, stronger and aggressive. Where ever you were changed you to this plus the dark magic." "Impressive," Daniel exclaimed. "First a Blood Mooner and now a real immortal. Haven't heard of that specie before." Jeremy being quiet all through stepped forward and said, "I have. I've learnt about it."

Strands of pure white light emerged out of my skin, being washed away by those icy black flames just as quickly. Before the flood of darkness grew overpowering for me, everything came to a standstill as though someone had stopped the time. The dark clouds and flames merged, forming a cage of tornadoes around me. The sky above my head grew clearer and clearer until my body was washed under the light I had cursed to dim and die. Moonlight. My immortality. I widened my eyes. But how? What— Bond. Carys Elffire. Marikh. Bond was infected by Death.

The others followed him while Mina stood back to observe. The immortality of the beasts was quite different from normal. They could be killed but after some time, they would reappear with full strength. When wounded, the damaged area doesn't bleed but instead releases pure energy in a vapour-like form. The interval between the death and return of the beasts varied but since the beasts always came back, killing them was a waste of energy.

but don’t see her. “Where is Alina?” I ask. ‘I’m here, Greg.’ she answers me. She found her way back to Divina and managed to heal her. How, I have no idea. She shouldn’t have been able to with the silver bullets still in her body. As if Alina can read my mind, she gives me the answer to my unspoken question. ‘Once, I was able to join back with Divina, her angel immortality was able to kick in and her body expelled the bullets. From there, I was able to continue to heal her.’ “Divina is immortal?” I ask out loud. She snaps her head to me and says, “No. I can’t be. Everyone dies, don’t they?” ‘No, little one, not everyone dies. You and your father are immortal. If he ever figures out how to

Alpha Zane had nothing to say to that. "Just stay dormant, Warrick. I need rest. If I drop dead now, you die too." "Funny that. We've tried dying a couple of times before. Do you remember how it went?" Again, he had nothing to say to that but this time it was because they were both cursed to be immortal. Nothing on earth could ever kill hi– "What is that?" Alpha Zane bent down and touched the water flowing from the lake. "Why is there blood in the water?"

He kept stroking it and that made her more open. "We don't have enough blood to make that many dead bodies immortal cause their immortality would only last a day and nothing more", Matilda said and almost moaned as his finger grazed her cheek. Liam frowned his lips then uttered; "I understand your words and how long can that portion last?" Liam hated that he had a weakness and that was Eva. If Eva's blood ran out and the portion suddenly vanished, he would be mortal and vulnerable. The thought of it made him sick to his gut.

my aunt shooed, and the angel sighed before looking at me with amusement. “You have to do it on an infected who is gravely ill, then his blood will hold the key to replicating the cure,” Azael said simply. “Does an infected have to bite it?” my aunt asked in horror. “No,” said Azael. "Give him the medicine you created with some of your blood. Just that." That surprised me. “Is Izan immune to silk sickness from drinking my blood?” I asked calmly. “Yes,” Azael said. "He's immune to anything that can affect a werewolf, biologically speaking. You, literally, are immune to everything. Likewise, Solange. You both have a very great blessing in your blood."

The immortal said with finality, "You saved her from death when she gave birth. But she was destined to die. Your medical skills defied fate and brought her back from the brink, but she must die." Bellamy realized his wife was home alone. He disregarded the immortal’s warning and sprinted back to his house. He found himself trapped in a nightmarish loop, trying again and again to save her but to no avail. His frustration boiled over, and in a fit of anger, he cursed at the immortal. Suddenly, the path home opened before him. Bellamy raced back as fast as he could, but when he arrived, he found his wife dead at the sewing machine. Her throat had been pierced by a needle, blood flowing endless

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."