Book Immortal Novels & Stories

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:

"Oh, Goddess! What did you say to him?" I groaned again. "Please, can we not talk about this right now?" "Okay, but you better tell me later." And that was when I prayed silently to Artemis that later would never come. I prayed that she'd just kill and burn me. --- Thanks for reading the preview of the next book in the series, Wolfborn! If you'd like to keep reading, please search for 'Wolfborn', now complete on Goodnovel. While this book does introduce some new characters, it also continues the story of Jasmine & Blake. Happy reading!

, Henry asked, his eyebrows knitting together in fury. When Lily heard the alarms blaring, she knew if they had been breached, it was no other person than Henry and thought he wanted revenge but the book he was asking for gave her a better understanding. He has the time machine and is going to the land of the dead to get Virion back. He needed the book to access the land of the dead and return with Virion safely but the book was long destroyed and he needs to know the year it was destroyed so he can travel back in time and have the book.

"Do you remember that black metal we found at St. Elmer's Church? You mentioned there may have been immortals once upon a time. They possess formidable powers, don’t they?" She could not believe her ears. If Bashir really was an immortal, there was nobody in Novemton who could fight against him. Adrian was known to be the strongest in Novemton, but he was not an immortal. "Are you sure about this, Barry?" Mya asked.

I responded firmly. “And I'm telling you she knows nothing if she thinks you started the fire. You and I both know that's not how it happened—” “You're not getting the point, Carly. If China tells her version of what happened to Principal Hai, I could get killed!” I said, cutting her off. “Don't be silly, Ella. Everyone knows a tribrid can only be killed by an oak wood plunged into their heart.” Carly responded confidently but I shook my head.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

The shattered mahogany of the master study settled onto the imported rug in a cloud of heavy, completely silent dust. The pale moonlight pouring through the floor to ceiling windows caught the ice in the intruder's crystal bourbon glass. Elias Sterling. The older brother who had supposedly burned to death in the Palermo docks fifteen years ago. The ghost whose brutal murder had completely forged Lucian into the ruthless, apocalyptic King of the American underworld.

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

There are posters about medicine, inner flesh, and things I don't understand hanging on her wall. Then my eyes land on it. An old deep brown book sitting on her bed. I reach for it. It smells of dust, charcoal, and smoke. Like something that had been forgotten for years. A crescent moon is carved upside down on the cover; below are the faint words written. ‘The Red Wolves Codex’ “Where did you get this?” I whisper, finger caressing the faint ink. “In the old archives under the infirmary. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I was searching for the herb database, and the shelf just. Collapsed. The book rolled out like it’s been waiting for someone to find it.”

Her job completed her; she loved being a reaper so she never dwelt on questions she could never find answers to. She flapped her wings and flew quickly, gradually descending as she got close to the Lister building. It was a massive skyscraper made of black metal and glass and it dwarfed all the other buildings around it. Lisa vaguely remembered that some rich billionaire owned the building and several other properties around it. She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know.