Daily Life Of An Immortal King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the king commanded, his voice quieter, “because of you. I don’t have to ask how your mission went. You are here, alive, and so I can assume our ancient enemy slumbers once more?” I nodded. “He’s back in his coffin. I don’t know what his vassals will do, but most of them surrendered to us.” “I left one of my agents in charge,” Ronan added. “I don’t guess anyone thought to kill the old bastard?” Marcus asked. “It wouldn’t work,” the king said, speaking softly. “He is a true immortal. Even if they had burned him to a cinder, he would only return in a year or so. This is the best way. The slumber will hold him for years. Centuries if we’re lucky. The girl is stronger than her mother, and well mo

“Emmett managed to come up with an explanation to satisfy the king’s questions. He said that a sorcerer was not able to use the magic on themselves because the ability to cast spells shortened their life spans considerably. Most sorcerers and sorceresses weren’t able to live past 40 years old. And to be an immortal required sacrifice. Since Emmett had no family, he had no one to sacrifice.” I tried to make sense of it all. Was there any truth to that? If Emmett hadn’t died in the woods, would he have passed away by age forty? “Was the king convinced?” I wondered. Kaleb shot me an impish frin. “He did. He began to consider the idea greatly. Living eternally meant eternal power. If he were to

“I’m from a kingdom called Scarlett Thunder.” “I’ve never heard of it.” “You wouldn’t have. They don’t know this place–the Allied Kingdoms–exists. We’re cut off by a mountain range and a sea, and a few thousand miles of plains and rivers after that.” She rocks back on her heels, her hair falling over her shoulder as she inspects me like a research specimen. “You’re immortal, right?” “I can die. I’m dying right now, just slowly. Immortal to me just means a few centuries of life if I’m careful not to get killed or starve–”

“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

"Now the king was a very good man. He always weighed with the responsibility he accepted for others. He was brave on the inside, willing to see his flaws and work to be a better immortal, kinder, more empathic. He was brave on the outside, leading from the front regardless of personal cost. Everyone else had to see him flawless, the polished version to inspire such confidence. He had a wife whom have been with him for a long time. They loved each other so much to the point that they always wanted to be around each other. But things got worst when another woman named Carlene had lied to the King about seeing this innocent woman jumping from an immortal's bed to the other. He never even asked

"You will have to give a sacrifice for that. A dear sacrifice. Where you will have to reign over the world, you will have to do something great, sly and wise at the same moment. I fear that your companion is wiser than necessary." "What is it? That I have to sacrifice? I am ready for anything.", king was in way too hurry to know about that, to attain the eternal life. The eye lughed an evil laugh, at the haste that he held inside his heart. "That's the spirit that is needed for it. It's worth the reward. An immortal life, a life where you will reign forever. But, the more the reward, the harder the gamble will be.

The Immortal shook his head slowly. “No.” Seraphine frowned. “But the messenger said” “He serves the First Immortal.” The room went silent. Seraphine felt the weight of that realization hit her all at once. “You’re telling me…” Her voice dropped. “…that the First Immortal isn’t the king.” “No.” The Immortal’s eyes darkened. “He’s just the general.” A cold wave ran through her. “Then who’s the king?” For a moment, the Immortal said nothing.

We abandoned what once worked because we didn't understand it anymore, and now I was afraid that same blindness would cost my daughter something precious. Where had it all gone wrong? Why hadn’t science built upon these foundations instead of throwing them away? In one of the footnotes scribbled between the lines, I found mention of a tyrant king, a man from Azrik’s bloodline, if the royal crests stamped beside his name were anything to go by. The one who wanted to be immortal, not metaphorically, but literally. Obsessed with defying death and ruling forever. It was said he watched his wife give birth, not as a partner, not as a healer, but as a spectator. He insisted she lie on her back, sp

Mom wanted nothing to do with him, especially after knowing that he had a long-term relationship with another fellow hunter. Today, as I joined my family for brunch, I was happy to know that at this moment, I had the best of both worlds. My human family was as much a part of my life as was my immortal family. It was surprising but the King and Queen were actually a lot accepting of me than I had expected them to be. But the happiness and peace won’t last forever. As an immortal, I’ll soon outlive everyone I’d ever known and loved, it was a price I had to pay to become immortal. But more than that, I lived in constant worry about what would happen if people found out that their would be King,

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.