I Am Immortal Novels & Stories

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

"The Immortals, one day, I will slaughter all of you and kill you until no one in the universe dares to claim to be an immortal. I, Chu Xun, swear!" ...

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

'' Lyra i can save you , i can even if your body is no more i can still bring you back by summoning your soul and transfer it onto someone else's body '' he said to her whispering in her ear . '' I will try everything no matter what it takes '' he said to her . Then he closed the coffin and went back to research about wasteland again . According to wasteland , whoever stays there can gain supernatural powers and there was some records of the philosophers stone and elixir of life which can give eternal youth and life . Later after two days , it's finally full moon . Arthur was waiting for that night . He went out into the evening waiting for full moon by the side of the lake .

my voice broke away and it took all my effort to stop myself from breaking , I was reaching the limit of my patience and honesty even I don't know what I was going to do once I run out of it " I know I am the shittiest person out there and don't deserve your so called redemption and I'm not going to ask for a second chance , I don't care about heaven or hell - all care about is her and as good as she is , she definitely deserves a second chance - so you need to do the right thing , you need to fix her and let me give her all the happiness that she deserves " I stood up feeling a new profound sense of helplessness , rage and panic . The fear and anger was coursing in my veins but I had no wa

Her eyes widened in shock, the cut was healing by itself and not even the slightest scar is left The wound now looks more like it would be a burn.. He smiled sinisterly "See how I heal myself?" he said sarcastically and laughed He then lifted the hem of his shirt and show off his abs and toned body "It's pretty obvious that you don't know who I am, I'm fucking immortal" He said with a laugh She was shocked, he was immortal, not like vampires, but the supernatural kind, something that people believed existed since ancient times.. But what does any of that matter, she thought desperately

I had later figured out that he was the president's son after I saw some ladies talking about him. I suddenly wanted to ask something, but hesitated. "You want to say something?" Drake asked, noticing my pause. "The Immortal," I declared, my voice firm. "What about him?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "If someone is an immortal, it does mean they can't die, even if it takes a thousand years," I explained, my tone serious. "Please, when he appears next, ignore him, don't fight him," I urged, speaking with deep concern. Drake's expression changed, and he declared, "You should be supporting a Whitewater who's willing to liberate all Whitewaters from slavery."

I grabbed him pulling him toward me. "No you can't do this to me," I sobbed as his lifeless eyes looked up at me. I rested my head on his chest overcome by my sorrow. I hadn't realized how much I had grown to care for him. Zavier cheered a sadistic cheer, a joyful celebration to him. I watched as a glowing light entered my body and I knew Van had done what he said, given me immortality but it was a cursed immortal life without him. I felt rage pounding inside me as I stood facing Zavier. "You killed him!"