Daily Life Of Immortal King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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–”

I think. "How is that possible?" I question. It's not like I expect Fran to know anything intimate about Marek, but being that she has seemingly lived in this small village her entire life, she would know about legends and rumours that run deep here. "I don't know, but apparently all the villagers who have grown up here say their parents and grandparents knew of him, that he's immortal," she exclaims, looking out into the forest as if he may emerge suddenly and kill her. "You best bet everyone is far to scared to get close to him to ask."

But the longer he spent going through the compound, the antsier he got to see King. How could it be that he could have such an ache for someone he had only just met? But then he remembered that he wasn't just Agent. He was an immortal god. He had met King centuries ago. They were not strangers. There was no soul he was more familiar with. And yet, the thrill of new love was rushing through him. It was so strange and wonderful.

"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

",he chuckled. * * * * * " I wouldn't ask you again Prince.", The King said, Leuchars looking at the king, knew it would be a hassle with the king, thank goodness it was only him, he felt it'll be easier to get away from the king and run to go meet Leecha, the plan was simple, run away with her, and build a family somewhere far away, where he would never find them. The stones which he possessed, contained the power of immortality, no wonder his father wanted it, he thought, it was his turn to do something for humanity, and it was now.

I began, my voice carrying a mix of curiosity and admiration, "what is life like in the realm of royalty? I mean, what are your days like when you are not dealing with... well, matters of the kingdom?" Liam's gaze shifted from the passing scenery to me, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Life as a king," he mused, "is a delicate balance between duty and personal moments. There are days filled with court affairs, meetings with dignitaries, and decisions that shape the fate of the kingdom. But amid all that, there are moments of solitude, reflection, and appreciation for the simple joys life has to offer."

I believe that our French fellow vampires must be attended to promptly, lest, seeing themselves without leaders, they fall prey to panic and uncertainty. —I vote in favor. - Qin Shi Huang sighs.- The youngest of you cannot understand the immense emptiness that seizes the heart of an immortal after having existed for so long. It seems natural to me that our King seeks comfort and rest, and I also find it is commendable that the Mégas has seen fit to tell us about his plans. A less... willing... ruler would have gone about the whole thing in silence, leaving us to our own devices.

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.

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

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.