Daily Lives Of Immortal King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Such a bad choice of words for someone who is going to die soon. You should be on your knees, begging that I spare your life and maybe, just maybe, I might consider making your deaths a little less painful.” He said nothing to him and turned to see that Alpha Draco, Cassie, Ryder, Kaya, Lorena and Logan were furiously attacking the King of Underworld and they were successfully landing several blows on him as he couldn’t fight them all at once. “You cheeky little girl. Do you really think that they can kill him. He is immortal and I bask in his…” I saw Ragnar buckle and fall to his feet. I saw blood pouring from his mouth and his eyes looked dazed.

Domenico I guess you could say Selene sealed my fate and I’m running out of time, which is laughable considering the fact that time has never meant anything to me, of course, in the past. My life up until this point had flowed like an endless river because I was an immortal king, with each day being guaranteed by the one before it. But not anymore; my mate showed up, and she wasn’t anything as I expected. A human. A stupid little girl who has a lot to learn.

"And he likes you, apparently." I'm not sure why, although Hale is known for being unpredictable. Larsen grins, flashing his perfect white teeth. "Because we are both tortured souls. How about you?" "Doesn't matter. I need sleep," I sigh. Tonight, I don't want to be entertaining a powerful Noble. I start toward my bedroom, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the covers and bundle up away from all these overwhelming men. "Death is a strange concept for me, as an outsider. Mortals die, they serve a sentence in another Realm ran by a tyrant immortal pureblood, and then emerge here, in the immortal realm where they can live out a long existence until their eventual death."

The demon King was rumored to be resurrected from time to time too. Murea: The demon King is a joke. Everything about him is rumored. The only fact that he had incredibly fast regenerative abilities that made him immortal is true. You are all too taken in by these rumors. Ban: Rumors? Lisa: You see the demon King's appearance whenever someone visits him or at least sees his figure seem to keep on changing from one person's description to another as the years roll by. It was then rumored that he kept on reincarnating to maintain his immortality.

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”.

They are weak creatures, and they should be allowed to live their weak lives, however disgusting it might seem. *** The burial wasn't as terrible as I had thought it would be. No humans were sacrificed, and Aunt Lois seemed uncomfortable with it the whole time. I was swamped up with more responsibilities like I hadn't been performing the responsibilities of a king for more than twelve years. I barely had the time to see Hyacinth or even go for breakfast… I told myself that it was fine. The life of a King is a lonely one. “Your Majesty.” Dacian announced himself before the head eunuch could speak.

A hole where a god once lived. I shake and whisper to the stone: “Not again.” It swallows my words, gives nothing back. They look at me differently now. The guards. The courtiers. The wolves who once bent their necks. I see it in their eyes when they think I’m not watching. Pity laced with relief. Better him than me. They whisper broken heir, useless, gods cut him loose. A wolfless heir is a joke. A king without a beast is a grave waiting for dirt.

How had he, a king, fallen so far? “You will be a mere shadow of what you once were,” Ilyana continued, her voice unwavering, “a fallen ruler, bound by your shame. No longer will you walk the halls of power; no longer will your voice command respect. You will live out your days as a forgotten noble, cursed to watch your lineage wither, powerless to change your fate.”

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.”