Book Immortal Novels & Stories

“Miss Abby, you’ve been cooped up in here too long. What are you—” Her eyes landed on the book. She froze. Then she dropped the tray right on my desk with a thud. “Where did you get that?” I arched a brow. “It’s from the royal library.” Norma stepped back as if it might bite her. “That’s the Demon Lord’s Grimoire.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Seriously?” “No jokes, Miss Abby!” she hissed. “That book… it’s in all the old tavern stories. The Demon Lord of Thunder and Death. His relic. They say whoever opens it risks being cursed forever.”

An immortal. I’ve learnt how to decider an immortal from a mortal. It’s rather easy, to be honest. Because an immortal is the most foreign looking person you will ever see. And the man staring back at me, eyes as blank as a slate, is an immortal. I would bet my own life on it.

“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—”

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

Lore of Elm" from Ryzinka?" The name Ryzinka felt familiar to me, as if I've been there before, so I nodded my head. "I see. But... The book is cursed. Do you still want it?" His question sounded almost like a joke to me. I started to crack open my lower jaw to form a ghoulish smile, the way I always do to my victim before indulging them into an endless nightmare. The man looked fascinated by the opening of my lower jaw. "So you're trying to tell me that you are also cursed, huh?"

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.

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. Still containing the nature and powerful endurance of an Immortal, looking like our natural appearance, with all our memories, and our book of destiny. But of course, only we can see the real content which is in our natural, ancient, and divine language. And it is magically connected to our spirit, so there is no way to lose it or someone to steal it. What is our destiny book? Well... the book of destiny is something unique and precious for every single Immortal. According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Be

Sometimes, I notice that I'm also becoming a little stupid without realizing it. "Ah, because I read a story in a book. This is how the story is described." I just answered him. I'm not lying because Breaking Dawn is a book, it was made into a show. I had a book that I bought at the book sale because the new one was too expensive so I bought it secondhand. It's still the same, and there's no difference. The only difference is that the ones in Fully Book and NBS are set with a case. "Tell me about this story." He looked at me as if he was interested in the story I read. I didn't blink at him because he was behind me so I wasn't sure of his expression. Whether it's smiling or still blank.

he said seriously as I was just confused, here I am again, so slow to understand everything. "And who is that? What's the book of immortality?" I asked. He smiled as he looked at me. "It's Freeda, she's the key to mending the broken relationship between the vampire and the werewolves. She will fulfill the book of the beauty of immortality," he said then looked at the dark sky, there was a bright star, it was the Polaris. "The destiny is written in the book and no one can change it," he also added which made me more confused. Book? What the hell is he talking about?