Future Immortal Invincible Novels & Stories

(IMMORTAL) “MY TWELVE GUARDIANS AND HOLDER OF THE GODS AND GODDESS. ME WHO IS THEIR PLEDGE MAIDEN AND THE BLESSED DAUGHTER OF THE HEAVENS. WE WILL NOT GET OLD, EVEN IF THE YEARS WILL PASS BY. OUR AGE WILL STOP AT EIGHTEEN FOR OUR LINE IS IMMORTAL, SO THAT WE CAN PROTECT THIS WORLD.” “Immortal.” Whispering the word more than once and many times within the day, she excitedly prepares everything that she needed as her isolation and lies of being dead is what everyone knows about her, and that very word is the title she is now holding.

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.”

They left behind trails of blood in mid-air, appearing extremely spectacular and brutal. A single hammer swing suppressed the entire scene! “Y-you...” The Informant was also severely injured, blood continuously overflowing from the corners of his mouth. He stared at Andrius with fear, his lips trembling uncontrollably. “You’re... You’re an immortal cultivator!” An immortal cultivator! Those words carried immense weight. The title itself was majestic. It represented an insurmountable gap like the chasm between heaven and earth. Even Quincey’s eyes glimmered when she heard it.

The place was looking like a hut on the outside but when they got in, it was a vast land and it was filled with men training hard. She was surprised as she saw the men in black training so hard as if they were hypnotised. "Who are these people?" She asked. She was scared because the aura of the place was creeping her out. "Those are my men of immortal armies," he replied. " Immortal armies? She asked, confused. " In order to be able to get the Alcon, I did a lot of things over hundreds of years and these men you are seeing are men that can't die, no matter how you hurt them, " he explained.

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

she doesn't give him a chance to say anything before she stabs him. Beauden looks down at the knife in his chest. "Me being immortal also makes me immune to silver. I like that." He wraps his arms around her. She lay her head on his chest Being immortal doesn't stop you from getting infected from the mega box. So hands off." "I got it. Don't touch or go anywhere close to that box." He kisses the top of her head. Outside Zeus, the Gods and Goddesses haven't taken their eyes off Einar and the door. The door opens and Einar steps aside looking at Wisdom and Beauden come out.

Leaning forward, he said, “You still haven’t told me what this is about.” Patton looked at him for seconds before he spoke, “I have a team working on something extraordinary. I call it, the new future and it is for all mankind. All I just need is a dose of your blood.” “You want to make more people like me?” he asked. “Yes,” Patton answered. “I want to give humankind a second chance. I want them to experience what it feels like to be immortal, to not be able to die at an old age or due to a sickness. I want them to feel the strength and the power—”

"Fruitful? You have no idea… His body can now regenerate, and we have it on good authority that he might be immortal." "For real?" Jada was skeptical. She knew that Frank would gain providence with the spiritron vein, but regeneration and immortality was still unbelievable. "How about a demonstration, Mr. Frankton?" Sue poked Frank proudly. Frank was not inclined to hide such a secret from his allies anyway and cut the back of his hand as Jada watched. As Jada gaped, the wound quickly closed itself! "Woah… does that mean you're invincible now? I'm sure you'd even survive a nuclear bomb—the day when you conquer the world is at hand!"

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently). She learned he didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was open and unguarded, like it surprised him. She found out he’d been exiled—not officially, but in every way that mattered—because he refused to hide a cultivation discovery that could help rootless cultivators. He lost everything for that choice. She learned he knew about every bruise she’d had even without asking, because he paid attention, and checked in about them the way you talk about old injuries—not to poke, just to know which doors not to open carelessly. One night, sitting there, she realized sh