I M Just Immortal Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

From the word Immortal, that means a mortal is rebelling against the passage of time. You will train the laws of time. "Tit!" "This..." "Immortal" "Tit!" ~Mission has been unlocked~ 1. Survive: Time limit: 10 days "Tit! ~Punishment has been unlocked~ 1. Death "This..." Afar from the jungle a cute animal appeared. "Butt! He saw someone looked like Butt! Yet he was small! "Haha! I saw an animal! I'm lucky!" This small bat called. "Butt! It's me!" Luis Park called.

#Flash back# #Cedric Marshall# #Supernaturals# Hello Alaric, you look haggard as ever! ♥Cedric's POV♥ My life is a shattered mess, a puzzle that can't ever be gotten right because the missing piece led me astray and left me alone in this cold, dark, world. What benefit is the gift of immortality when ancient curses can drive you mad and invite death to snatch you right from my grip?

“Imagine, please, that you receive a private message “would you like to come together and destroy a small village, or maybe spread a small black plague. It has become an app for very strong and bored supernatural beings looking for each other. Many miss the days when mortals fell on their faces in awe of our power. When human sacrifice was taken for granted. Remember that tsunami a couple of years ago? It was a BM couple having too much fun." "BM?" I looked around the bar, but no one needed me. "Immortal Match. The death toll was too high. They're closed." Meg's eyes also flickered to the other patrons. "Where is your demon? I thought he was supposed to be here to guard you?"

The witches behind Seraphine gasped. Rowan stared at him. “You’re telling me they plan to destroy the universe?” The First Immortal corrected him. “They plan to remake it.” Seraphine felt anger rising inside her. “And you’re just waiting for that?” The First Immortal looked almost offended. “Of course not.” He gestured toward her and the immortal. “That’s why you exist.” Seraphine’s eyes narrowed. “You keep saying that.” “Yes.” His voice softened slightly. “You are the anomaly.” “An unpredictable force.”

I said in an aggravated voice. He got out of the truck without another word, and I quickly got out on my side as he circled around the truck. “As of right now, I don’t trust you or your abilities. If that changes, I’ll allow you to take on more responsibilities within my establishment. For now, all you need to know is that the club staff are all immortals. Ash, myself, and a handful that work in the restaurant are immortals as well. Do I need to tell you how important it is to stay quiet about immortals?” He added the question at the end as though I might actually tell someone that I was some sort of messed-up cross between a demon and Valkyrie. “I was just planning on getting a shirt made t

Otherwise, what is the point of being an immortal if you can’t enjoy it? Maybe the humans I despise so much are better off than me. Enjoying life to the fullest every day because you never know which day is your last, now that was living. What I’m doing… it just isn’t. Each passing day is the same. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing really excites me anymore. I feel numb. It’s as if I am living in a world of black and white. So here I am immersing myself in the company of those I hate just to spice my life up, forever on the hunt for that bit of color. How very basic of me. Have I fallen so far?

Ivy asks. “Give me a moment,” I reply. “Come with me,” I grab her hand and take her to where some of my friends are. “Who are they?" “Some of my friends. Some vampires have special abilities. I, for example, have mind compulsion. My mom has tactile telepathy. Irene can see the future.” I point at Tracy “Tracy, she can make you see anything she wants you to see. Power of illusion,” “Well, that's cool. I wanna try,” she says.

"Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?" "Yeah, the whole overlapping generations thing takes some getting used to, I guess. Mostly we just say cousin and ignore the details." "All these years I never knew there were immortals who lived like this," I told him. "Not always moving, changing identities, living alone. It's like I've been in a box for the last century."