Book Immortal Novels & Stories

Leo let out a cry of pain, his silver light flickering under the weight of the Heiress’s assault. "She’s grounding herself through the children!" Elias shouted over the roar. "Maya, if she completes the circuit, she’ll burn them out!" "I need a counter-weight!" Maya screamed. She looked at the heavy vellum book Elias had shown her; the "Legacy Bank." She realized then that the book wasn't just a record. It was a catalyst. The ink was made from the same biological components as the serum, but it was "Fixed"; it was a physical anchor in a world of shifting pixels.

Somehow the latter seems more appealing. “That doesn’t sound so good,” he notices, “what do you need a potion for?” “I need something that will get someone drunk,” I say distractedly, sliding the useless green book back into its place, moving on down the stack. “Ah, alcohol does exist…” he reminds me. I roll my eyes. “That won’t work. Not on an immortal.”

He was curious about the spirit. "Who are you?" Chase asked. "I'm the Book Immortal, Sect Master Chase. Ask me anything, and I'll answer you." The elderly spirit introduced himself to Chase. "Book Immortal? You're real?" Daintybells was surprised by this.

he replied to me. "Don't you have any other medicine for infections like this?" I asked him again. I know there isn't, but there might be. The nurse shook her head. "If an immortal gets sick or injured, it will be easy to heal. But like this, it is difficult, especially because the cause of their injury is unusual. Only the seed of life can save them, but the seed is limited so it cannot be just use it," he answered me and I didn't know what to think.

The key opens a secret door in the basement which depends on you; are you going to allow humans to enter? The diary, you need it to trace the day, month or year, it is a mysterious diary only given to generations. There is a bunch of it in the secret door. They’ll appear to you if you plan to have a family. Lastly this pocket watch, it will let you travel anytime. Literally, any TIME. Sam we’re immortals... There are a few of us living in this planet. At his first day during 1940, he noticed that the fields were no longer emerald. Houses and establishments were built all over.

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

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."

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

"Sir, that kid said he never saw the Elixir of Immortality!" a shrill voice spoke respectfully in the dimly lit room. By the glow of an oil lamp, one could make out a stern, square-jawed man wearing reading glasses, his eyes fixed on an old, weathered book. "The tomb has already collapsed and sunk deep underground, completely destroyed. And this kid is the most likely person among those who returned alive to have obtained the Elixir of Immortality. His claim that he didn't see it sounds completely fake, no matter how you hear it!"

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra