Immortal Arti Novels & Stories

"Simple, to create other beings and the first thing he created were the six gods. Ashton, the gods of dragons also known as king of fire. Asmodeus god of the demons and the king of hell, Zachary god of sorcerers. Rosalyn goddess of the vampires and known as the blood queen, and Iris goddess of the fairies. Last of course is Kamaria aka the moon goddess and my mother." Simion and I sat still for awhile processing on what she just told us. I reach over to his hand to hold it to reassure not just him but myself as well. As I touch Simion hand his first reaction was to flinch but calmed down fast when he looked at me. He held my hand tightly. "I'm sorry Skylar but if Kamaria is your mother, then

They were mysteries that could not easily be seen through, even by great Scholars. The other type of seals was the immortal type. An immortal seal was just as the name implied - it lasted forever. The caster had no right or the ability to remove the seal, neither were they any hidden locks - conditions for removal - that had to be met. Immortal seals were the most brutal of seals since it took the life of the caster and/or a number of other sacrifices to create it. Fortunately for Mane, the seal that had been cast on him wasn’t an immortal one. It was the first kind of seal; it could be removed, but only by the caster.

The figures from both sides constantly shuttled back and forth in the air, emitting random explosions from blows exchanged. Arta the Immortal lived in seclusion in Arta Mountain, and his divine power was phenomenal. However, facing the Immortals Trap Formation set by the divine generals, he was unable to break through in a short period of time. As General Teka and the others cooperated more and more closely, Arta the Immortal's powers were slowly suppressed. Haha.

It was an uneartlhy experience that still leaves me slightly unsettled to this day and will for the rest of my life. One thing about mastering death is that you come back immortal by bringing yourself back from the dead. I can still die, but it takes special weapons to kill an immortal being such as myself. I can always give up my immortality as a god could in the old folklores, which is what most do after a long life; they give up the immorality and die. I’ll be stuck at the age of twenty -seven until till I either die or give up my immorality. I have bonded Ari to me, making her immortal with me. I haven’t told her, but I’m going to have to soon. Ari will be able to give up her immortality

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

That's slander already if that's not the truth. "Flutter? I may have...but that's because I have this aura that can make everyone comfortable and gain empathy. They usually mistook it as love or desire or compassion. He did flutter before but because of my aura. He got used to it as soon as he was with the queen. So to make it simple, a person who already has a loved one dearly will not be fully conquered." Erenea explained to us that she seemed proud. I was amazed at what he said about his ability. That's very rare for an immortal. Usually, immortals have no ability aside from being immortal and don't age.

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

Why did she give him power, immortality, strength beyond measure—but leave his soul to rot unloved? He rose from the throne slowly, the heavy black cape embroidered with ancient silver sigils trailing behind him like stormclouds. The guards snapped to attention, but he didn’t see them. Didn’t acknowledge them. His eyes were fixed on the balcony at the far end of the hall, where the night stretched on endlessly. Outside, the wind was cruel and sharp, slicing across the high cliffs where his fortress rested like a crow’s nest above the world. He gripped the stone railing, letting the chill bite his skin. It was better than feeling nothing.

His sigh lingered, heavy. "You know the Vampire King would have declared war had you refused him. He has waited centuries for his true mate. Only she can give him heirs. Now he will turn her immortal—one of us." His eyes met mine. He knew I understood. "What are you implying?" he tried, but his denial rang hollow. "Enough. The portraits in your gallery are not ancestors—they are you. How does a human achieve immortality?" He did not flinch. He only removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.