Novel & Cerita Daily Life Immortal King

"We celebrate the return of our king and his mate our queen, by the power vested in me I hereby proclaim Axel Alamander our king and Lianna Redwoods our queen." The cheer continued with series of chants that shouted " long live the king." I felt so happy and so fulfilled. This is it, this is the life I was created to live not the one of hardship, worries and constantly being on the run and I will make sure that no one has to go through all of that.

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Can't I just stay like this forever? “Are you awake or are you just going to lie there pretending to be dead?” The deep, cold voice cut through the haze like a blade. My eyes snapped open and I sat up abruptly, ignoring the scream of protest from my body and the dizziness that suddenly overwhelmed me. As my vision slowly cleared, my eyes zeroed on the figure across the room, the owner of the voice. It was the King. He sat in an armchair by the window, dressed in dark robes that hung open at the chest, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. Behind him, the sky looked dull, it was either the early hours of dawn or the late hours of the evening.

"He was sweating. He could barely speak. Then, by the next morning, he walked back into court looking as though nothing had happened... and handed the Royal Guard to Malakor." Bishop Thorne folded his hands over the golden crucifix resting on his chest. "His Majesty has always been... delicate. His recovery was unusual, but not impossible." "Not impossible?" Vance scoffed. "A man does not burn with a sudden fever one night and wake perfectly healthy the next." Whitmore frowned. "You believe the Regent threatened him?" "I believe Malakor entered the King's private chambers alone," Vance replied. "And when he walked out, he had everything he wanted."

There wasn't a method of dying in this world that I haven't tried, but none of them worked. My immortality is a curse I cannot break. Since I couldn't die, I decided to at least make my kingdom, the kingdom of Tarsus, function. I had thousands of doctors and hospitals under my payroll. They supplied my people with blood every month so we didn't have to hunt like animals. But even a king gets tired. Every hundred years, I go into a deep sleep. It was the only way I could save myself from the crushing weight of my memories and the insanity that follows them.

How had he, a king, fallen so far? “You will be a mere shadow of what you once were,” Ilyana continued, her voice unwavering, “a fallen ruler, bound by your shame. No longer will you walk the halls of power; no longer will your voice command respect. You will live out your days as a forgotten noble, cursed to watch your lineage wither, powerless to change your fate.”

In the end, Charlotte took the baby away from Uncle Sam's clinic and brought it back to her own home. All of this is real, it can't be a hallucination. The wound on the boy's abdomen has disappeared, and Uncle Sam can't help much. To express her gratitude, she sent several boxes of canned food to Uncle Sam. A15 canned food is a high-priced item on the market. The beef and chicken inside are not frozen meat that has been sold for decades or even for more than a decade, like the canned food sold by Tianqi Company. A15 canned food uses fresh meat that is less than a year old, and it tastes great and is in short supply on the black market.

Ethan left the room, but this time he didn’t rush. Later he brought a tray filled with five plates of meals and a glass of orange juice. “Now, eat it. You’ll need a lot of energy.” “Do you cook it yourself?” “Of course not. I have a cook and a maid who helps me here.” I nodded. “You can pay a cook and a maid. Then you must be a rich man.” Ethan shrugged. “Well, I’m a leader. My people call me Alpha King. So, it’s normal, I guess.”