Novel & Cerita Dear Immortal Tyrant

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

"I can't leave my people from the Damneds. The Vamps would have thought it first, their salvation and hope, before they chose to be Damneds." "Greater forces are at play," Ray said. "Like you, I don't have time too. But this time, you will not duel with Miranda." "You possess no authority over me," Albert groaned. "You will not speak again to me, Siren. Who are you to tell me things?" "I am just the immortal who played these realities with you. I tell you, your people is more damned than the Vamps." "These realities?" "You heard me right," Ray said. "I am tired to see it happen again."

Are they beings from the Beast kingdom, who came to personally ask her Father to live here in the kingdom? Then the brawny creature spoke; “We come to pledge our allegiance to the Protector, to abolish the sinful inhabitants who will rise and cloak this world in tribulation.” Wren looked at his Father once more then back to them. “… and who can you be?...” The brawny creature raised his head as the two-faced creature looked the other way. “We are who this world know as the, Immortals.” The brawny creature revealed. Randall slightly widened his eyes, her daughter on the other hand was much more surprised than her Father.

The time before was just a passing phase in his life. Levi coldly curved his lips, a smirk filled with cunning. “If you won’t help me, then stay here. I am immortal. Even if the boundary dissipates, I am immortal for countless lifetimes. As for you...” His tone was full of disdain. “A single thunderbolt is enough to scatter your soul.” Arista heard this and was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, “You! You dare to cause trouble for others and still act so self-righteous!”

for this would imply that immortals are not human. Perhaps most impolite of all is to refer to your mortal servants as “slaves.” This dehumanizing term insults hard-working servants, and implies that immortals are slave drivers! Slavery remains illegal in England, and you will find that mortal servitude does not resemble it in the least. Indeed, it is positively humane. Before the Nightfall, many impoverished mortals struggled each day to find work, food, and shelter. Now they are guaranteed all three, provided they are sufficiently loyal to Her Majesty and consent to their weekly blood tax.

I asked, voice barely above a whisper. The warrior paused, collecting his thoughts as if weighing whether or not to speak. “Varyn is no mere warlord, girl. He’s cursed—immortal, bound by a dark magic that not even death can break. He is reborn every time he falls, each resurrection making him stronger. That’s why you’ve never been able to defeat him. Each time he dies, he’s reborn with more power, more cruelty.” The room went deathly quiet. Lucien’s grip on the table tightened, his knuckles turning white. His voice was strained as he spoke. “That’s impossible. No one is truly immortal. Not even Varyn.”

with that I punched him hard on his chest with all of my energy and power that he bumped on the tree some few meters away. "You love darkness. You are dark and so are your thoughts and intentions. No wonder you would turn into something horrible. I should have killed you. I should have closed your chapter long ago. I could have been able to save so many lives if I had been able to do something to you, including that of Margaret. You used all of them for all of your selfish needs and then threw them as the trashes around. I could have saved Royal queen mother, Briada, and even Ezio if I had killed you on time," I strode slowly towards him. "You don't deserve to be immortal. Why do you even fo

a big empty hole inside me. I had no soul but I did not know if I had a heart. I did not feel it beating since a myriad of years ago. However, I did detest mortals as they could feel something whereas, I, could not. I specifically loathed women as I was once betrayed by a woman, not a mortal, but a Titanian Goddess of the moon, Selene. A very beautiful woman with a pale face and long, lustrous black hair, with long wings and a golden diadem, and she shone the brightest. I no longer feel anything for her, though I had once when I was a mortal. I was her lover and I did adore her but her greed was boundless and made me an immortal without my knowledge as she thought she wanted to be with me f

He promised me. He knows it, maybe he's one of the former humans, not a descendant. "Are you one of the people the king of Valeria took from outside Wysteria?" I asked him but I could already see his answer. "You're right. I'm one of the original humans and became immortal by drinking the King's blood. But that was a long time ago, the originals are no different from those born here." He answered me. I nodded in agreement. "You're right, except for the immortals born here," I answered him.

“I wasn’t talking about them. I meant the other one.” Hearing her words, Haldir’s heart sank and he froze in place for a moment. Although never far from his mind, it had been many years since the young man had been a topic of discussion for anyone. Pulling his boxers up over his ass, Haldir chuckled to himself. “So, I guess immortality wasn’t the only gift the gods saw fit to bestow upon you. Was it?” Biting her lip at the beauty of his scarred, but wonderfully maintained body, Mory shook her head. “No, I suppose not.”