Great Love Immortal Venerable Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 68: Godly Treasure. "So despicable," Ryan mumbled. "What is an immortal?" KuLaa asked. She already had an idea but preferred to get more explanation from Madam Su. She believed that Madam Su knew more than the texts she had read. In fact, most of what she had read and what Madam Su was saying were conflicting. "Immortal is a level of cultivation. Humans cultivate to become immortals and Immortals cultivate to become gods. Both immortals and Gods can't die of natural causes. Someone stronger than them is the only thing that can kill them."

(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.

At that time, he had no hope of life whatsoever, thinking that he was not an immortal being like his great-grandfather, Pietro Berthold, who was the only immortal member of the Berthold family. Even though his grandfather had repeatedly told him upon learning that he had the same talents and abilities as his great grandfather, that he would become immortal like his great grandfather, he could not believe it. His great-grandfather was the true embodiment of immortals: hard to age, has the ability to recover quickly, and broad knowledge like an encyclopedia.

" You little one are the key to a new life. A vampire female can produce immortal babies but mating a woman who is born to be the bride of a royal family like you and to your princes, your blood can give creatures like me invincibility." "Invinci...bility? Like, undead? Aren't you already are?" Jack shook his head. " Being immortal is one thing. It's like never having to grow old but, being invincible is when no weapon in the world, not even a sword or a gun or even the Gods can take your life no matter how much they put their life into it. Tis' was the gift of our Gods centuries ago. A simple ceremony and a long sip of your blood are the Holy Grail to an infinity. Of course like every Gods

“Okay. I understand. But please Marley. Be careful. They know you’re out there.” “Who?” “The other Coven Leaders. You thought Korin was bad. If someone like Othello got you— Absinthe would not be able to do a damned thing about it.” Who the hell was Othello? I didn’t know a thing about the name, or who he was, or his importance. “Who’s Othello?” “Othello is the Lord of the Vampires.” “Absinthe is a Lord too.” I’d met Korin… he was a Lord, and other than being a creep, he wasn’t that ba—

Since returning home, mom hardly left my side except when I slept. She helped me plan every detail of the wedding. As she put it, your once-in-a-lifetime wedding has to be perfect. Today, the Hendersons and Davis came to visit. They brought many expensive gifts. The Hendersons visited today with Davis, bringing an array of luxurious gifts. Mrs. Henderson clasped an elegant diamond bracelet around my wrist, her eyes twinkling. "I can't wait to have you in the family," she smiled. "Maybe you can help me soften that serious son of mine."

Indignation overtook Meg as she struggled to remain calm. "I never gave you hope," she continued, her voice laden with regret. "I never invited you into my room. I woke up and you were there, as if you had a right over my body and my life. That's not love, William, that's possession, that's a power game you're playing." William looked at her for a moment, his eyes full of disdain. "Love is a luxury that few can have. And an orphan like you, with no family or last name, would never find a better match. You'd better be grateful for this opportunity and stop playing hard to get."

Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next. Zadkiel landed silently behind Lisa, she was only alerted to his presence but a slight ripple of displaced air. While lesser reapers like Lisa looked no different from humans, archangels were another story. Zadkiel stood tall, almost 7 feet with lean muscle and massive white wings, brighter than snow. His skin was the same shade as his wings, but there was an ethereal glow to its alabaster hue that made it painful to look at him for too long. The archangel wore a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a plain black t-shirt along with a silver pendant around his neck, the mark of his office.

I knew lots of immortals had served in wars. There have always been a few humans who knew about us and were willing to make use of our special abilities. Most immortals were given special assignments rather than serving in the trenches since they couldn't afford to have humans see them regenerate if they were wounded. I was absolutely sure some of those "special assignments" had been pretty horrible. I picked up his hand and kissed it then changed the subject. "Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?"

I told him, my hands reaching into his luscious hair and playing with the silky strands that I could never get enough of, "what do you speak of?" "Do you not wish to have your eternal beauty throughout the decades and centuries? Do you not wish to never grow old and wither away? Do you not wish to forever remain in your youth, my Aphrodite?" "Every person wishes for so, Master Abigor. I, more than others. My beauty and youth are all that I have and all that I truly treasure." "I hold the answer to that, my Aphrodite. I can bless you with what your heart truly desires. I can bless you with immortality."