Blood Immortal Novels & Stories

It was a broken whisper but I heard it over the roar of fire. Picking him up in my arms, I looked back at the burned out corpse that had once terrorized us every walking second of everyday. And now, he was nothing but a pitiful skeleton, which too, would soon turn into dust. It once again reinforced the fact that no one was truly immortal. Everyone died, be it human, or vampire or werewolf. “Are you guys alright?” Lucas asked breathlessly as he moved to my side. His body had patches of burnt flesh, his clothes having seared to his skin from the flames that had scattered as Vandal burst into flames, but he too was healing.

Maybe she doesn't know how to tell me that the man that I love is already dead but she just nodded while crying, telling me that she is telling the truth that Jayvee is gone. I heard cries from outside the room where I and my mom were. I immediately stand up and walk to the door even though I still feel weak. I want to witness with my own eyes what is really going on. I looked around and I saw a bunch of people crying and mourning. What is going on? I asked myself while looking around and listening to their cries. I walk out of the room while my mom is following me. I saw Camille lying dead while her family was crying over her. She has a death tag too like mine.

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

Inside was a velvet-wrapped ledger bound in faded red leather. The Ember Grimoire. It was a chronicle—half memoir, half confession—written in delicate script by Eleanor Montrose. Isabelle’s missing ancestor. “The flame is a memory. A power buried in blood and bone. The Keepers are not chosen,they are awakened. And the price of awakening is always a life.” Isabelle’s heart pounded. She turned the pages faster, until a symbol caught her eye: the intertwined keys. And below it, scrawled in desperate ink:

" She called again as she felt something wet on her legs. Looking down, she was stepping The red Substance which was clearly blood!" "Ahhhhh!" She screamed and stepped into the bathroom without hesitation only to see Roku lying on the floor dead under the pool of his own blood

GINGER "How are things going?" Tyler asked after I'd been doing my job for a couple days. "Really good, actually!" I replied cheerfully. "So you don't mind all the tedious data entry?" "No, not at all, actually! The stuff I'm learning is so interesting. Like, I always thought werewolves were immune to almost anything, but there are all these crazy things that can happen to them. Like one doctor observed a werewolf that stopped being able to heal quickly, except when there was a full moon. The doctor decided the guy had bad blood, and they actually ended up chopping off his balls so he couldn't reproduce and pass on the defect."

When Yubkin stopped moving Tessa threw his lifeless body across the room before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Okay, is it bad that his blood taste so damn good? Will I need to check for any transmitted diseases? And why the hell didn't you stop me?" There was no panic in her voice, only a clear annoyance. "All human blood will taste good. No, you won't need to check for any disease. We're immortal beings. And the man hurt you, it's your right to want to finish him off." "Oh...okay," she let the matter go easily and was at my side in mere seconds.

" No, I need some blood before I lose control over my hanger." " Oh, I see! There's no blood around, but the one inside of everyone's body. Still, if you want - you can drink mine. I'm immortal, so you can drink as much as you want." ......

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”