Blood Immortal Novels & Stories

His glistening eyes crave for more. As I lower my eyes, I gulp. Dry patches of dark blood intertwine with crimson liquid that gathers in a pool next to a girl’s lifeless body. I look upon the mangled remains at his feet, and the illusion of my rapidly beating heart overwhelms me. I've encountered strigoi who are too numb to care about anything anymore. It's easy to become immune to pain and suffering when you're immortal. But this hasn't happened to me yet. I pull my sight away from the pile of corpses as a pang of sorrow burns in my chest. I wonder when I'll get so used to death that I won't notice it anymore.

Immortality is born of a vampire of the Mohini clan, she is the property of the Mohini clan. “What if I say No?” Augustus frowned, he couldn't give Sharmaine to others, the immortal is someone who can create a vampire super soldier, but the price to create a super soldier is Sharmaine's life. Augustus did not allow anyone to harm Sharmaine. "Then I will kill you." The vampire let out a scream.

The flames turned into jagged shards of orange glass that fell and shattered on the ground. "We can't get close, Emma!" Félix shouted, his daggers useless against the void. "It’s not a physical cold! It’s the Absence of Motion!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were standing at the edge of the plaza, their skin iridescent with the magnetized silver-iron of their new evolution. "Arthur! The Iron-Blood!" I cried. "Your marrow! It’s the only thing with enough density to resist the Zero!"

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are we touchy about our age?” He chuckled. “Hardly, though I don’t want you to use it against me like I said.” Honestly he had a feeling that her being a mortal creature was going to think it impossible once more hearing his age. He carried what was known as the immortal gene. Until he received enough damage, or something powerful enough to kill him he would not die. He would not pass to natural aging or sickness. Others of his kind would age but slowly. They were a very long lived race.

Kylani just raises her eyebrow, and I give her a smirk. “I know you want to ask us something,” Mykenzie says. “Is Mykayla immortal?” I ask “Yes, and so is Bree.” Kylani states. I feel my heart fall. I knew it. “But so are you,” Mykenzie smirks. What? How can I be immortal? I have never had blood contact with them. I am sure if I had done that, I probably would have either died or gotten sick. What the hell?

“The immortal blood in your body was drained and replaced with an unknown beast’s blood. It’s extremely overpowering and can’t be used by humans. You’ll soon... Ka-boom! You’ll explode and die! Hahaha...” At the end, Cedric made an exploding gesture. Explode and die? Andrius’ heart chilled, but he did not want to give up hope. He immediately asked, “Is there any solution?” “Solution? Yes and no.” Cedric said, “Historically, immortals have no way to deal with beast blood. No secret techniques, artifacts, or tools can do anything about it! “However, if you survive for one day and night, you might fuse with the beast’s blood, slowly adapt, and ultimately survive. Of course, the odds are extreme

I feel even worse now. "I'm sorry" I apologize. He waves his hands in the air to brush off my apology and I start the car. I grab my flask from the cup holder and take a sip from it. "Is that blood, I can smell it all the way from here" I nod. Human blood, this is the only downside to being immortal. We need this to survive. Without blood, we get weaker. I am not a fan of getting it directly from humans but every once in awhile, we need to. This is from a blood bank. Father knows someone and that's how we survive.

While Azrail and Lucia walked the hallway that leads to Lord Adonis chambers, Azrail began to think of what could be going on in Lord Adonis chambers. As far as Azrail was concerned, Lord Adonis was as fit as a fiddle and if he was by any chance sick which he doubted, Azrail knew Lord Adonis wouldn't resort to modern medicine because it would be useless to start with. All death agents could feel pains but their bodies was immune to modern medicine because they are soulless, so Azrail concluded that the medical supplies were not for Lord Adonis but was for someone who has a soul and a heartbeat, of course only humans fit into this category.

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?"

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins