Daily Life Of Immortal King Novels & Stories

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Cassia’s POV Days passed after the king’s promise of “protection,” and I cannot lie, I have seen many differences in my day to day life. Every time I am in the middle of my chores, a guard interrupts with either, “The king calls for your immediate attendance,” or, “By the King’s order, leave whatever you are doing and close for the day.” And the pure look of anger and horror on Cindy’s face? Always delightful. The most mind blowing change, however, was the grim reapers and their bitter concoctions.

Otherwise, don't expect your life after marriage to be anything like you imagine. A few of his friends let out low, knowing laughs. Linda crossed her arms, lifting her chin again. "Well? We don't have all day." I clicked my tongue, then glanced toward the door. "Dave, Julie, if this is really the guy who's inheriting the Wests' empire, you might want a backup plan." Hendrick spun around, his face draining of color. "Mom? Dad? Why are you… Madeline! You set this up again, didn't you? I told you, if you still want into my family, stop pulling this crap!"

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.

Tiana knew nothing of the Immortals who watched over her but they knew her and they knew she was a very special Princess, who could talk to every Species who walked without fear with tigers, panthers, and mountain lions, and who ran with the pack of wolves that lived nearby. The King was getting old and lonely, since his wife had died he had shunned the company of their friends and isolated himself only appearing when it was absolutely necessary. His three older daughters were married to Princes from other countries and he rarely saw them or his grandchildren, they were too busy being good wives to worry about their elderly father. When his loyal manservant, Tolsky, contacted them worried ab

He went towards the bed and put her there. "We still have a lot of time to think about babies." He said. "How much time?" She asked. "Maybe fifty or sixty years later." Zachariah said and Rose looked at him shocked. "What?! I will be too old till than!" She shouted. The Kings chuckled. "You are now a immortal and it means that you won't age ever. Even after fifty or sixty years you will be same as you are today." Zachariah told her. Rose poked her tongue into her inner cheeks. Why does she forests all the time that she is a immortal now?

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.

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.

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

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?’