I Am Immortal Novels & Stories

Every day feels like a monotonous existence as I wander aimlessly through the world, disconnected from the joys and passions that once defined me. Nothing can hurt me, and no one can kill me. I am an empty vessel, devoid of emotions and desires. The absence of pain or death has stripped away any sense of urgency or meaning from my existence. I am trapped in an eternal cycle of emptiness, forever longing for the spark of life that once consumed me. Some might take it as a gift to be immortal, but for me, it's a curse. A curse that I want to get rid of. Every day feels like an endless void as I yearn for the fleeting moments of happiness and purpose that used to fill my days. The weight of imm

I remain with my back pressed against the fridge, not desiring to go anywhere that is outside of his proximity. I swallow audibly. "I'm just asking..." "I'm immortal, and you're mortal," he reminds me, as if he senses I’m in a trance and wants to draw me out of it before I do something I will regret. "I'm also a Sin, and you're not."

“I’m from a kingdom called Scarlett Thunder.” “I’ve never heard of it.” “You wouldn’t have. They don’t know this place–the Allied Kingdoms–exists. We’re cut off by a mountain range and a sea, and a few thousand miles of plains and rivers after that.” She rocks back on her heels, her hair falling over her shoulder as she inspects me like a research specimen. “You’re immortal, right?” “I can die. I’m dying right now, just slowly. Immortal to me just means a few centuries of life if I’m careful not to get killed or starve–”

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?"

“I’ll believe you. Whatever it is, I’ll believe you.” He looked up into her eyes, and he finally seemed to believe her. He looked back down at the water for a very long time, until once again, he was ready to talk. “I am an Immortalist. I come from a family of Immortalists. We have been alive for nearly two thousand years. Our name, though, is deceptive: we are not immortal. None of us. Our life span is finite. Two thousand years, exactly. In fact, as fate would have it, we have only weeks left to live.”

and rolled over. But the throbbing in my brain prevented me from sleeping. Grumbling, I clenched my hands. I've gotten used to being utterly isolated from the rest of the world. I supposed I had my mum after all. Assuming she was still alive, that is. I had no prior knowledge of her. As I reflected about my uncle's first impression of me when we first met, I grinned sarcastically. It was Mr. Xander's way of telling me that I had been cursed. “As you have achieved adulthood, your aging process has come to an end. You are immortal.”

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

"I won't hate you because of your secret, you are my benefactress, I owe my future and life to you." "Which you should not. I don't care if you get disappointed in me after learning my secret or leave me. But I'm scared to tell this to anyone." Arturia waited for Cass to speak. She never spoke anything anymore after that. The latter took a deep breath as she spoke the words that were also the cause of the trouble. "I'm an immortal. And so does my family, all of us aren't humans, and if you think we are, then you are wrong."

I thought he was obsessed with her that was why he tried to mark her forcibly. "You don't know", Vienna said. "But Fiama has a boon that's only helpful to her mate, not to her" I couldn't understand what they were saying. "What?", I exclaimed. "You're immortal now, Jay", Vienna's words almost forced my jaw to drop in distrust. Immortal? How could I be immortal? "Immortal? How?", I exclaimed. "The one who would mark Fiama the very first time would be immortal. That was her boon. And also, only she could kill that person. Now, at this moment, there's no one who exists on this earth who can kill you, Jay. But she can"

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.