Daily Life Of A Immortal King 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.

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.

The palace of Artemia is also filled with hubbub due to the preparation for the celebration, and King Regor allowed his trusted aides to deal with everything without going out of his royal chambers. He is currently reading the complex passage of ancient words in the ancient record with rapt attention in fear of missing a single word that could negate all of his efforts in attaining that treasure. It is the treasure of immortality and godhood. Who can say no to the prospect of eternal life, and life as a god? No one…not even the strongest person on the land could do so. And King Regor would do everything in his power to attain it. Even if he would need to trample another two or three clans li

"I won't hate you because of your secret, you are my benefactress, I owe my future and life to you." "Which you should not. I don't care if you get disappointed in me after learning my secret or leave me. But I'm scared to tell this to anyone." Arturia waited for Cass to speak. She never spoke anything anymore after that. The latter took a deep breath as she spoke the words that were also the cause of the trouble. "I'm an immortal. And so does my family, all of us aren't humans, and if you think we are, then you are wrong."

“Forgive our informality, Your Majesty. I wasn’t aware.” A shiver went through Haldir from the icy eyes on his back, and he released his hands from Rosemary, only to have her thread her arm through his and turn him to face her husband. Even to a man who cannot die, the Darke King was frightening. He glowed blue with a spark that Haldir had seen before, and he understood the immense power he was facing. The immortal human lowered his eyes to the floor and bowed his head to him. “Your Majesty.”

Butt said. "Yes, you are also. Would you tell him the truth?" Dick asked. "No, not now. My master is not that strong. His immortal is just supporting him. I can only make use of his power. When I take back the throne then I can thank him. I can also offer him a position." Butt decided. "Yeah! He is lucky to be given by a God like you Butt!" Dick similarly said. "Umm... still we don't know who is this immortal. Let us be careful. He is stronger when he is in danger!" Butt recalled when he fought him in the darkness.

Cassia’s POV Days passed after the king’s promise of “protection,” and I cannot lie, I have seen many differences in my day to day life. Every time I am in the middle of my chores, a guard interrupts with either, “The king calls for your immediate attendance,” or, “By the King’s order, leave whatever you are doing and close for the day.” And the pure look of anger and horror on Cindy’s face? Always delightful. The most mind blowing change, however, was the grim reapers and their bitter concoctions.

“I’ll believe you. Whatever it is, I’ll believe you.” He looked up into her eyes, and he finally seemed to believe her. He looked back down at the water for a very long time, until once again, he was ready to talk. “I am an Immortalist. I come from a family of Immortalists. We have been alive for nearly two thousand years. Our name, though, is deceptive: we are not immortal. None of us. Our life span is finite. Two thousand years, exactly. In fact, as fate would have it, we have only weeks left to live.”

He promised me. He knows it, maybe he's one of the former humans, not a descendant. "Are you one of the people the king of Valeria took from outside Wysteria?" I asked him but I could already see his answer. "You're right. I'm one of the original humans and became immortal by drinking the King's blood. But that was a long time ago, the originals are no different from those born here." He answered me. I nodded in agreement. "You're right, except for the immortals born here," I answered him.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.