Daily Life Of A Immortal King Novels & Stories

Domenico I guess you could say Selene sealed my fate and I’m running out of time, which is laughable considering the fact that time has never meant anything to me, of course, in the past. My life up until this point had flowed like an endless river because I was an immortal king, with each day being guaranteed by the one before it. But not anymore; my mate showed up, and she wasn’t anything as I expected. A human. A stupid little girl who has a lot to learn.

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.

“Girl, you dropped a bombshell. What did you expect her to do, offer you tea and a crown? You literally told her you’re into the most powerful, most dangerous man in the realm. The king! A ruthless immortal widower who’s over a thousand years old.” I rolled my eyes, “Please. If not for immortality, he’d be dust by now. But look at him, still walking around like a twenty-year-old Greek god. That jawline? That voice? That power? I mean… he’s the whole damn package.” “And his son is your age mate.” Lara deadpanned. “Exactly. So why settle for a prince when I can be queen?” I said with a satisfied smirk. “I deserve the throne. I deserve the title. And honestly, he’s more interesting than any of

That's why, when I become king, I am going to change how everything works with regards to money and business. We have three royal advisors for finance and two for accounts. They were the ones who were managing the palace finances and dad relied on their reports. We can't get involved because we are immortals and having almost the same faces for decades will only threaten or scare humans and we don't want that. We tried our best to keep our kindness hidden so we would be able to live in harmony with all species.

Those ranks below the Emperor have their lifespans bound accordingly. From this moment on, all living beings below the Emperor level were no longer immortal.

"Hey, do you know if my father heard from Romania yet?" "No. My father said that he hasn't heard from King Simion yet. He's says that he is one of the youngest to become King at the age of 16, so they're still wondering if he will want to come or not. There is a lot of talk about him not going anywhere cause of his mom being so sick." "So, I guess we will wait to here from there to find out."

He shares a lot, and he was surely having fun in the palace. “Can you turn someone into a newborn too, Queen?” I was moved by his question. “I can but it would be very dangerous for me. Why did you ask?” “I want to turn into like you, to become immortal,” “And why do you want to become immortal?” “So, I could live in the world forever, my mother will never be sad again because I will not die.” Did they lose a family? “Being immortal doesn’t mean you’ll never die, Cyd. We just don’t age making it possible for us to live longer or even forever but we can be killed.” He thought it was great to be able to live long.

Otherwise, don't expect your life after marriage to be anything like you imagine. A few of his friends let out low, knowing laughs. Linda crossed her arms, lifting her chin again. "Well? We don't have all day." I clicked my tongue, then glanced toward the door. "Dave, Julie, if this is really the guy who's inheriting the Wests' empire, you might want a backup plan." Hendrick spun around, his face draining of color. "Mom? Dad? Why are you… Madeline! You set this up again, didn't you? I told you, if you still want into my family, stop pulling this crap!"

Way worse. I’d seen how his men treated us already. If this is how the soldiers acted, kicking girls around and calling us bitches and sluts, then their king had to be ten times meaner. Rumors said he was immortal and nothing under the sun could kill him. What chance did I have against that? At least with a regular alpha there was a tiny sliver, maybe one percent, that I could fight back, maybe even kill him in his sleep if I got lucky. But the king? No. I’d rather take my chances with one of his hunters than end up alone in a room with that monster.

The silver light below the crypt pulsed again. Stronger. Like a heartbeat. Lucien continued carefully. “He became obsessed with immortality. With preserving the throne forever. The bloodlines rebelled against him eventually.” Liora frowned. “And they imprisoned him beneath the throne?” “Yes.” Thomas looked deeply offended by history. “You people really buried an immortal king underground and then built kingdoms on top of him?” Nobody answered. Because another sound rose from below. Not a voice this time. Movement. Heavy movement. Something shifting deep beneath the throne vault.