Dawn Of The Infinite Immortal Novels & Stories

As it fills the room, I feel the pain in exchange of travelling through time and for my immortality. I felt needles piercing my body, my skin felt like peeling. My mortal body was once again becoming immortalized. Tears filled my eyes , I'm crying because of the pain. The pain of being alone. As the blinding light fades, so did the piercing activities in my body. We're still in the room, Leana was hugging an older version of her son and a grown Dante. I fell down to my knees, though very weak I was able touch her shoulders and said, "Leana, we're safe."

Sol collapsed to the ground, his body limp, allowing the Enforcers to take him away. At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind. It was over. Completely over. Three days later, the Temple of Judgment delivered its verdict. Sol was stripped of his status as the God of Dawn, demoted to a mortal, and cast into the Well of Reincarnation to suffer through a hundred cycles of rebirth. In every life, he would experience the pain of being betrayed and abandoned until all his sins were atoned for. Overnight, the once high-and-mighty God of Dawn became a mortal about to endure the suffering of reincarnation.

"The kernels of me which existed since the origin of space and time, finally found a way to the entrance of the plane of eternal consciousness. This very moment will loop over and over in this perpetual eternity. There will never be a rest nor there will be an escape. Fear is the only shelter. Pain, the ultimate outcome. The concept alone is gut-wrenching." "Fortunately enough, the lenght of human life has yet passed the barrier of insignificance. So, I latch on to the belief that my entire being is composed of stories, of cravings, of strivings, of frugal desires of the future. In regards to that tiny, abstract, immature, soothing belief, I once again bid everyone present here the wishes of

Anima answered, turning to the ground with a staggered look. "Well, think again; the four Immortals—Sabbath, Melody, Edith, and Clarabeth—have already revealed themselves to us, and we're really good friends now,” Angela said, walking forward. “Well, in that case, let me reintroduce myself to you. My name is Edith Anima, the Immortal of life and light. I'm the direct opposite of Edith Mortem, who is the Immortal of death and darkness. I've lived in this world for thousands of years, hiding from the mortals until Anaya asked me to stay here,” Anima said with a bright smile, stretching her right hand forward for a handshake.

The descendants of Heaven, as the immortal's reign peacefully for thousands of years. "It is time." The Leader is sitting at the top of the arena, with thousands of people screaming all over the place. Cheering for the two teams fighting over the crown. The descendants of the Berhalksawn family have walked out of the arena, greeting the thousands of immortals.

I could no longer contain it anymore as my arousal was aching to take her innocence. That's right, Endymion. Take her innocence and take her young soul... The evil within me whispered and I was thankful as that made me wake up. I stared at Dahlia and then closed my eyes tightly calming myself and when I opened them, my eyes were glowing bright gold. I stared at her surprised blue eyes as I willed her to forget everything.

“That wasn’t a hangover. You died.” I blink. Excuse me? “Dead? Pretty sure I look and feel alive,” I tell him, looking down at my body. I’m dressed in an outfit I don’t remember ever putting on, but at least I’m alive. When I look back up at Cian, he is looking at me with a sadness in his eyes that is impossible to fabricate. “Why are you giving me that look? How long have a been asleep?” “Eight days. It took some negotiation with Death to have you brought back here to the immortal realm safely. You’re officially an immortal,” he tells me. Looking up quickly to find the girl who I assume is the Death immortal he is speaking of, I see she has disappeared.

In another, she was back in the forest with Silas, but he was no longer a shadow-asset; he was a god of the wild, and their life was an endless, golden summer where no one ever aged and no one ever died. "**[WE OFFER YOU THE 'PERFECT REWRITE',]**" the Eye whispered, its light turning a warm, seductive amber. "**[SILAS WILL BE IMMORTAL. THE PACK WILL NEVER HANGER. YOU WILL BE THE SOVEREIGN OF THE NEW CANON. ALL WE ASK IS YOUR SUBMISSION TO THE SCRIPT. LET US RECORD YOUR HAPPINESS. LET US SELL YOUR PEACE.]**" Silas stepped up beside her, his hand hovering over the golden watch on his chest. He looked at the visions—the life where he didn't have to die, where the ticking stopped forever. For a