Book Immortal Novels & Stories

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

(HOW IT GOES) “DEATH Reincarnate.” Winona whispers the name of the book and the world that is both unfamiliar and familiar to her in an uncanny way and a contradicting sense. “This book, my life, and everyone that involves within it. Just how dreadful it all could be?” She asks but somewhat anticipating the darkness that it brings rather than the good and light that one can hope for. “This is the world and the book that those seven originals are imprisoned. Am I right, Carlos?”

Mira sighed in defeat. "Okay, I'll take care of how you can register as students. I'll take care of the information needed." I nodded before folding my arms. "One thing I am thinking about right now is how to identify that immortal." The three of us looked at each other. "I have a book about that. Wait, let me find it first." Miss Rita stood up and entered a room. We waited silently until she walked out, holding an old, vintage book. He returned to his seat and quickly turned the page of the book."

So how did I become immortal again? "I-I don't know when I became immortal. I knew for myself that I was human when we landed on Wysteria." I promised Sudanni it was confusing. My situation just got worse. "You were already an immortal when you came to La Krispana. But did you notice any changes in your body before you went to Callora Grande?" Sudanni asked me, I can tell that he also doesn't know when I became immortal. Change? I thought about the change that happened to my body and I couldn't think of anything. Nothing has changed in my body—except the color of my eyes!

I tagged the woman’s photo and Candido’s birth records before moving on to the latest report from the moving teams and the search I’d run about the script in the book about vampires. Nothing had come up for the search, but the move of all of our servers had been complete and they were ready for me to install the new security system. As I waited for the system to install the programs, I opened the book on vampires, squinting at it. The script felt familiar the more I stared at it, but I couldn’t remember where I would have seen it. It wasn’t like any language I read regularly.

he continued, pulling the chair in closer, "what is it I can do for you?" "I read in a book," she began, curiously watching him, "about a man appointed by the Council as an ambassador to Pyre. While in Pyre he endured much hardship. Still, he was faithful to his charge. I thought the book was old. I thought that it told stories of a far away time. Then, I saw something that changed my mind about it. It was a photograph taken at the dedication of a library, the same library where I met Benjamin in the ruins. In the photograph, I saw Justice, Kypher, and Blackridge standing side by side with Casper, Ramus, and Stephan. Sebastian was there, too, with his apprentice and the Ambassador beside the

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.

CHAPTER FOUR “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but In having new eyes” MARCEL PROUST GUINEVERE Throughout the next day the only thing that rang in my heart was that the duke was a vampire and a drinker of blood. I wanted to call my papa a liar and ask him to tell me the truth this instant but deep in my heart I knew that he was not lying, my mind went back to when I had met the duke and now and how much he hasn't aged a day. I had heard about vampires and that they were ruthless and cold blooded, drank blood and killed without mercy.

I wink at him. “Bedelia, we need to get home. I need to find that book.” I say to her and she caws in agreement and we fly higher, heading towards the kingdom. “Why don’t we just burn his realm to the ground? Why do we need this sword?” she asks, and I roll my eyes at her. “Well, because I won’t commit genocide and he can’t be killed with power alone, he is immortal. He is a God. So we need the sword that can kill a God.” I say and she looks at me in confusion.