I Am Immortal Novels & Stories

Andreus said the footprints in the dust belonged to a female, but when Alexavian intended to investigate, he quickly said he swept the floor out of nostalgia. ​Nostalgia. Of course I was the only one stupid enough to believe such an obvious lie. ​He had been so easygoing over the past few days that I had completely forgotten how utterly dangerous and perceptive he could be. ​“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced my lips into a smile, widening it to match his. “I’ve never heard anything about immortals.” ​“Then do you happen to know—” ​“That is enough.”

“Yes, I did say that.” Sin intertwines our hands, and leads me closer to the horses. “Today, I will show the entire Kingdom to you.” “It was about damn time.” I speak, playfully, pulling a chuckle out of my King. “Okay, you are still feisty. I see.” “Oh, come on, you will die from boredom without my attitude.” “But I am immortal. I cannot die.” That makes the smile on my face wash off. Realization seeps into me. I am married to an immortal. I am mortal. I’ll die, and he’ll still live.

he stepped forward before he continued, “ when we shift.“ I didn't think my frown could grow any deeper on my forehead but it did so I reached to rub it. My mom couldn't have made a deal with a kid years ago, it didn't make any sense. Unless my thoughts pieced things together as I gently massaged my forehead. My gaze trailer to Khalid who stood in the room, alive, and to everyone else. I gasped, dropping my palm to my mouth. “You're immortal?“ “Well that took away the point of the climax,” Tyler perked up with a playful shrug.

I'm actually tired of explaining. "I'm not here to explain it to you. I'm here to know what will be your answer? You accept it, then it's a deal. If you refuse to do it then live forever and be immortal. You can't die, just live your lonely life with a different body and identity." A while ago he was talking about Guardian of Soul and now being immortal? That was insane!

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.

He might be dangerous, but he is such a fluffy ball. I pat them only because in the back of my head there’s this voice telling me that this is a dream. When I was a child there used to be a time like the one, I am in right now where I would create an imaginary world to cope up with my sadness. The moment right now feels like the dream I would wish for and so I fail to believe it being real. “You are going to die if you don’t trust your Powers.!” He spoke with a heavy voice like he knew I didn’t believe him.

"Now, before you say anything. This club is... different." My brows furrowed. "How so?" Leaning forward, she whispered with uncontainable excitement, "It's an immortal bar. Think about it, Hell, so many other species would be out there. It's the perfect re-introduction to immortal society." "Wow, how... exciting." Her face fell. "It is. I mean... so many species, a lot of... People, immortal society. Yipee." "I hate you." A chuckle left me. Before I could say anything else, she held my gaze and said, "Since you think it's so exciting, you're going to come along with me, right?'

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.