Immortal Arti Novels & Stories

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.

They were around fifty, wandering around the world, living among the human just as the perfect human, still waiting for the sacrifice that could lead them to the path of eternal afterlife to heaven. ********* Author's note. Hello everyone !!! So, here is the completion of the second part of the story, The Immortal Love. Third part is on the way. You can find me on instagram as @Rosechrys5996. Do follow me to know more about my works and to chit chat with me. Trust me, I am a good speaker on chat, hehe. So, stay tuned and stay happy and healthy everyone. Thank you clicking the story and reading it. *******

Thea nodded and said, “Yeah, we’re here to slay the dragon. Its blood can make one immortal. Martial artists from all over the world have gathered together with this purpose in mind. This time, we’re well prepared and have high-tech weapons with us. We'll bring out the weapons if our strength alone isn’t enough to slay the dragon.” Since James was still alive, Thea had a change of heart and now was set on slaying the dragon. She was already immortal and would live thousands of years at the very least. Meanwhile, James was still just a mortal martial artist. Although martial artists had longer lifespans, the longest they could live was up to two hundred years. Despite the ninth rank being reg

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I lift my eyes forward and at the far end of the room, on a throne carved from what looks like thousands of melted gold, sits him. Lord Vesper Bloodbane. He looks barely thirty and breathtakingly handsome with his sharp cheekbones, hypnotizing blue eyes, and raven black hair falling across his forehead. However, everyone knows he is not barely thirty because he has walked this world for over a thousand years. “Get rid of her cuffs and leave us,” he commands the guards and I can instantly feel his power rolling off him just from his voice alone, the force of it filling my skin with goosebumps. The guards do as they are told.

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

'That's what I can't think of especially and they are both immortals and kings. Stefano grinned at me. "You don't seem to be from Wysteria because there's so much you don't know. But I'll tell you anyway. Elijah was the first immortal created," he replied to me as my eyes widened. "Really?!" I felt like my brain was about to explode. The paintings inside that room say everything. If he was alive when the Vikings still existed, I wouldn't be surprised if he was alive during the time of the ancient Romans!

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

“It’s nice to meet you Arya. I am Armand and my wolf is Tafari.” I said letting my joy seep into my voice. ~”Mate, Arya. My love. It’s a pleasure”~ Tafari said before letting out a happy yip. I heard a giggle come from Arya before she spoke again. ~”Tafari and Armand. I want to tell you who hurt Artemis. She has gone through so much. She is a beautiful human inside and out. I am only sorry I wasn’t there for her sooner. She has been tortured her whole life. There is only one year she can’t account for which is the very first year of her life. I think she was kidnapped when she was one years old. She is almost 17 now. I only came to her when she turned 12. That is when things began to get way

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.