Daily Life Of An Immortal King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Moreover, he wanted to live and be strong to stand against all assassination attempts. When he first claimed his title as king of the western border after the coming of his age, the first thing he did was gather the men he trusted and eradicate all suspicious servants who might be working for the first prince or the empress. Soon, he went to war under the emperor's decree. All the war and conquer quest he went through was triumphant, which had given him the title of empire's 'killing machine.' But then, the gift of heaven appeared. A lady with golden hair and moonstone eyes appears at the least expected moment. The queen was like an angel that tamed a wild beast.

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.

he shouted. " Ahh...my heart feels at ease now. I have seen you all as I wanted to see you, in tears and in blood. You will die in my hand and guess what I will be gaining immortality and eternal life while you will be struggling all alone in this earth," he laughed. " You are diseased. You mind has only a sickness in them ?," said the King. " And, this sick person would be the King. I can finally sit on that throne and I know I can sit on that throne for so long time," he said.

Yeong steps forward to open a door, allowing Dyan to walk through it. When they reach the trail of the garden that leads to the chambers of the Prince, he mumbles under his breath. "Loosening up? My apologies. But I do not understand." "It's a phrase used in the human world. "The young prince smugly says. "Tell you what. Next time I visit their realm, I'll take you with me." The moment they arrive inside his parliament, Dyan relaxes his shoulders and stares at the girl unconscious in his bed.

“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.”

"I have decided to host a ball in honour of my daughter's 18th birthday to mark her initiation into womanhood.. And to let you know that she will be choosing her mate on the said day. In a week's time, invitations will be sent across to neighboring Kingdoms as it promises to be an exciting event for all of us, with lots of food, drinks and sex to pleasure by" A loud and rousing cheer filled the room as the men drummed incoherently with their forks and spoons. I turned and noticed Diana's face well lit up with smiles and giggles. She was literally blushing all the while her father spoke about her. "Furthermore, I need to add to this". The King said, as a hush swept through the hall again with

"I know I sound crazy but I know what I'm saying." The corner of Rian's lips tugged upwards as he kept his eyes on me. "I can't say that I can relate to what you're saying but you don't sound crazy, princess. I see your point and I am not really surprised that you've been feeling that way. Heavy is the head that wears the crown after all," he said. "I might not be able to relate to what you're saying because, well, I'm an immortal. There's always a do over for me. So yeah, if I feel like I'm not happy with the way I'm living, I have eternity to change it."

That came like a bombshell. “Then why do you want to see me if you don't miss me”? “Because I feel like”. He took a leaf from the tree branches and played with it. “Don't you have a family”? “They are all dead”. “Oh. Sorry”. “You don't need to be. People will eventually die so it's unenviable”. “But you guys are immortal. They shouldn't die”. “Immortals only live for thousands of years. The ones with high cultivation live for millions of years”.

He is the only Lycan with the immortal gene, but do not be alarmed; my son will not force himself on you. I nodded, but it was not what I was worried about. "What do you mean the whole Lycans need his heir? What for?" "Do you know anything about the immortal gene? He asked me, then pointed at the beating heart. "No, what about it? I asked. "Only the eldest son of each king has the gene to produce the next immortal king. Both Reagan and Kingsley are immortals as they came from me, but only Reagan, the eldest, has the gene of immortality." He explained, but I was still confused.

I don’t know how to keep myself alive, so I don’t expect him to take on that onus. “All I know is I can’t get this infected, and I can’t get too cold,” I note mindlessly, amazed at how quickly he dresses my wound. If he doesn’t know about mortals, how is he so good at this? “Oh, and I should probably eat…At some point.” He looks up. “I like to eat.” He likes to, but he doesn’t need to. I miss that already about being immortal. Now I’m going to eat three times a day to survive, which makes me more of a burden on him.