I M Just Immortal Novels & Stories

“Well, that’s all I have to—” I interrupted him. “No. You weren’t blessed.” “Then how do you explain my new power?” He asked angrily. “You’re special,” I said with a straight face. “You only casted an immortality spell on yourself, yet you gain the power of unageing. Don’t you think that you’re one of a kind?” “Sometimes I do. Sometimes I question the fact that I’m able to be alive and still be under this spell after the fact that I casted it only one,” He said.

I struggled to sit up and glare at him. “It’s not funny! Some of us are just late bloomers.” He shook his head, eyes bright with mirth. “I’m not upset, Princess. You’re just… you’re perfect. “You’re crazy.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe so. Immortality causes that.” “Please,” I scoffed. “You’re barely vintage. You don’t get to bemoan the horrors of immortality yet.” Isaac leaned forward, snagging me by the waist and pulling me back under him. “Shut up.”

The most powerful immortals but, they died just to provide what their love desires. “So this is how you wanted to end your love?” the red flame fairy asked but the couple won’t be able to answer anymore. “Nooooo!” The fairy quietly watched as the girl mourned on her parent’s death. Hugging the red clothes they used to wear as they turned into ashes, Latina started to feel scared. She tried to kill herself many times, her blood filled the cracks inside the cave yet, she remained alive. That was the time when she realized, the blood within her was once her parents’. Lonely and hopeless, she curled her body and closed her eyes. Latina chose to sleep for life than to be alone and awake in the da

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

I control them all to some degree. Kai and I were born as necromancers, an ability that used to have to be mastered and earned. Dad had to learn how to become a necromancer. He died and had to bring himself back to life. I’m glad I got to skip that part. I was born with all the necromancer's abilities, such as controlling death, talking to spirits, and immortality. That’s why eighteen feels like a blimp to me. A moment in time that I will forever have. I won’t age past eighteen. This is the end of the line for me regarding aging. I’ve always been immortal, but I stop aging now. I’m technically a year younger than my mom, who has been stuck at the age of nineteen since she became my dad’s fam

“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–”

I am going to get my revenge. Like it was yesterday, images of us dancing under the moonlight on the deck passes across my mind, eliciting a stab of pain. I blink back the burn in my eyes, shucking the furnitures around harder than I intended. I guess this is one of the perks of being immortal. Crazy strength. It also came with a side of alienation.

"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.

Anima answered, turning to the ground with a staggered look. "Well, think again; the four Immortals—Sabbath, Melody, Edith, and Clarabeth—have already revealed themselves to us, and we're really good friends now,” Angela said, walking forward. “Well, in that case, let me reintroduce myself to you. My name is Edith Anima, the Immortal of life and light. I'm the direct opposite of Edith Mortem, who is the Immortal of death and darkness. I've lived in this world for thousands of years, hiding from the mortals until Anaya asked me to stay here,” Anima said with a bright smile, stretching her right hand forward for a handshake.