Novel & Cerita Daily Life Of An Immortal King

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.

The demon King was rumored to be resurrected from time to time too. Murea: The demon King is a joke. Everything about him is rumored. The only fact that he had incredibly fast regenerative abilities that made him immortal is true. You are all too taken in by these rumors. Ban: Rumors? Lisa: You see the demon King's appearance whenever someone visits him or at least sees his figure seem to keep on changing from one person's description to another as the years roll by. It was then rumored that he kept on reincarnating to maintain his immortality.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

A hole where a god once lived. I shake and whisper to the stone: “Not again.” It swallows my words, gives nothing back. They look at me differently now. The guards. The courtiers. The wolves who once bent their necks. I see it in their eyes when they think I’m not watching. Pity laced with relief. Better him than me. They whisper broken heir, useless, gods cut him loose. A wolfless heir is a joke. A king without a beast is a grave waiting for dirt.

I asked in a subtle manner. “Well it wasn't always like this, it used to be only the rulers who were immortal that were alive ruling the dead,” he explained. “Ares's dad.” Rissa said. “Yes, but when Ares took over, he decided to change things a little. Now people who are till alive can come visit their lost loved ones but they only have 24 hours. The only way to stay longer is by being accepted into the kingdom.” He explained. “Like us.” Nico added. “Yes, you guys are part of the kingdom now and can stay as long as you want.”

“Yes, I did say that.” Sin intertwines our hands, and leads me closer to the horses. “Today, I will show the entire Kingdom to you.” “It was about damn time.” I speak, playfully, pulling a chuckle out of my King. “Okay, you are still feisty. I see.” “Oh, come on, you will die from boredom without my attitude.” “But I am immortal. I cannot die.” That makes the smile on my face wash off. Realization seeps into me. I am married to an immortal. I am mortal. I’ll die, and he’ll still live.

I asked him back who stared at me for a moment before he continued to whisk something. “I have life longer from ordinary people, so yes, I can cook like a chef” His answer caught my attention and made me want to ask what I had read in the book that he, the king, was immortal, many said that in times of war he had been torn, bitten, shot but nothing could kill him. “I’ve read something about you, you know” I start and he hums without turning his body to tell me that he hears me “That… That you’re immortal?”

“Just like I explained, you die… trapped in an endless void.” A silence fell. My heart pounded. I’d wished for death so many times, but the thought of being trapped alive in nothingness—it terrified me. “What should I do?” I asked quietly. “Simple,” the voice said. “You have one objective. Kill the King — Darius Venn.” The name hit me like a punch. “Wait,” I said slowly. “Darius Venn? The same man who destroyed my family?” “You can see him however you wish,” the voice replied. “But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.”

he responded, flexing his fingers effortlessly. Turning to the crowd, I mused aloud, “Imagine, if I record the king’s name into my database now, at his age of 30. What if, in a decade, when he is 40, I use his ‘name’ while he is still 30 to reconstruct his body? What will happen?” The king, who had been watching intently, suddenly stood up, realization dawning in his eyes, “That means, we can be immortal!”

Maybe, for as an immortal time held no meaning for him. He simply exists. Thus, a retirement was what he longed for; away from all the struggle and constant maneuvering. If one thinks immortals don't indulge in politics, then one must be mistaken because even in the immortal realm the resources are finite and the demand get more and more every era as new immortals begin to sprout like mushrooms along the road.