Future Immortal Invincible Novels & Stories

She was betrayed by the man she loved. He intended to use the woman he hated. Lorraine Silvius thought losing her sight was the cruelest thing fate could give her, until she discovered the person she trusted most had been lying to her all along. Determined to uncover the secrets surrounding her mother’s death, she enters the territory of Alexavian Lancaster—the immortal Alpha of the Crimson Pack. A man who has spent centuries despising witches. Bound by secrets, old hatred, and a dangerous attraction neither of them expected, Lorraine and Alexavian must uncover the lies buried beneath centuries of betrayal. Because the closer they get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tel

’’ Before I could reply, he said ‘’ I see you’ve met THEM,’’ he stated, his voice turning into a whisper ‘’What?’’ ‘’You know, the immortals’’ he tilited, confused ‘’ The immortals?’’ ‘’ I’m guessing that you haven’t heard about them?’’ ‘’No’’ ‘’Well, you should stay away from them, unless you are one of those crazy about them’’ He said, rolling his eyes ''They might be rulers of their kingdoms, but I wouldn’t get involved with them; they are cursed,‘’ he whisphered

"You can still sustain injury, like any mortal. Only you won't die from it. Your body will mend itself." I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, a strange mix of relief and frustration settling in my chest. "So I'm immortal but not invincible?" "Precisely," Kaius said. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Kaius began walking away again, shadows swirling around his feet. "Wait!" I called out, my voice sharper than I intended. "Oh for fuck's sake," He let out, pausing just long enough to turn toward me again, a look of pure exasperation on his face. "You're an annoying little shit aren't you."

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

He's so close I can smell his shampoo, see the color in his lips. I step closer, reaching out to him. It's like I'm being propelled by a force greater than myself. His fingers wind around mine, and it's a perfect fit. Like we've been holding hands this whole time. All these days. All these years. "We will have to fight them, though." His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against his chest. "It's only a matter of time before we have to face them." "Who?" "The Silver Hunters." His fingers run through my hair. “They’ve attacked Hawthorn before.”

"Lancaster is protected by Alice." I hunted Alice nearly a hundred years ago. And that moment was my closest moment to death. Unlike humans, Volder is an immortal being. But immortal doesn't mean it's impossible to die. If we were to compare it to the Valkyries, our race is even more likely to die than theirs. I don't know how Luke Lancaster got Alice's protection. Of course it wouldn't stop me if Lancaster found out where Lana was.

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."