Daily Life Of An Imortal King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everyone was stunned. How was that possible? The Carefree Immortal King was a king of Silent Hill and had dominated the Underworld for an era. He was a living legend among the trialists, so how could he possibly... kick the bucket in such a crude and brutal way? This was illogical! Let alone the onlookers watching the drama unfold, even Alex was dumbfounded. Was it logical that he had just blown up an Immortal King just like that? ‘Since when did I become so powerful?’

I should not be dead if he's tasked to kill me. "Let me tell you about the past." He said to me and took a deep breath before speaking again. "Before the vision that you were destined for the King, King Elijah was an immortal who did not feel love. Everything in his eyes was responsibility and what would be good for Wysteria. The officials already wanted the King to marry to have the heir to the throne. So many women were sent to the palace and placed in the seraglio. All of them tried to seduce the king. But they did not succeed. It cannot be denied that the king only used them for physical pleasure but that was not often because the king does not feel satisfied."

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

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

“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–”

They were only about sixteen years older than her, so they could live a long, long time. When she was in her mid 30’s, her father finally agreed to allow her the chance, or possibility to take the throne if she had an heir. They didn’t care if it was in wedlock or otherwise. Though the entire kingdom more than knew they wanted her married and settled. They assumed no male would want her, being as old as she was… Though she was beautiful, that was never her problem. No male could stand her for more than a couple of dates. Her status, her wealth… None of it mattered because everyone saw her for how ugly she was inside. Unfortunately, the King made this declaration AFTER she’d guaranteed hersel

"I've seen him in action during training sessions. The way he moves, the way he commands respect... It's like he was born to lead." "And did you know," Ava chimed in, her eyes shining with excitement, "there's been a rumor going around since my childhood that he's immortal? Like, he never ages or anything. It's crazy, but you have to admit, he does look the same as he did years ago." I exchanged a glance with Morana, feeling a mixture of awe and unease at the thought of Adrian being immortal. It seemed too crazy to be true, but then again, Adrian was unlike any alpha we had ever known. People call him the Lycan King.

His whining went on passionately, bouncing with vexation on the cushion. Dead meat. Once my father is dead, this pest is next on my list. I lifted my eyes to survey Dorbe’s Entertainment Court bustling with festivities. The human King had exceeded himself in vanity and extravagance. Jewels, wiles, and lush dripped off their sinful bodies. The exotic slaves' wilful eyes struck every passerby. In a time like these the instinctive warnings we give off work well, none has crossed over here. How depraved of that clown King: for a life worth a maximum of 100 years he had raised this ruckus.

"I took... I took what was needed to keep the light burning. Do you know how hard it is, girl? To keep a kingdom from falling into the weeds?" "You didn't keep it from falling," I snapped. "You pushed it. People are starving out there. Right now, your palace is on fire. Your guards are running away. Your 'light' is burning the world down." The King looked around the room, his gaze wandering over the flickering blue candles. "The light... it needs fuel. It always needs fuel. Selene said... she said the scrolls would show me the way. She said I could live forever. That the kingdom would never end if I just held on tight enough."

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.