Immortal Arti Novels & Stories

Diana sighed. Helios shivered at the memory, scowling as he hugged himself "That day, I thought I was going to die! If Arte didn't have the soul of a reborn general, I surely would have perished!" Artemis broke out into a grin, a laugh slipping out of her. "Reborn general? What nonsense. I simply read a book and took swim lessons." She replied. Helios was quiet, but shook his head like he didn't believe her.

As the contemporary sun goddess of Saffronesia, she only had four immortal crowns. Was the young man named Chad a true god of Hacniane? With a sinister smile, Chad broke free from the Eiten Mirror's control and kicked Mixulla away. "Sun Goddess!" Sten roared, revealing an immortal crown behind his head. As a warrior of the Divino school, he was the first to reach the status of martial immortal since the reformation of Saffronesia. The so-called martial immortal was equivalent to the earthbound immortal of Hacniane's Mystic.

He's an Earth immortal afterall. I went to the bathroom and sat in the water. I steamed it with my power and started thinking. Is it really an infatuation? What if Ella sacrifices herself just like Aster did? What would happen when she finds out she's our Target? What if....? I kept rummaging my brain for an answer but couldn't find one. Suddenly, I felt a chilling breeze and the water froze instantly. I was caught in the middle of the ice as shackles covered my legs.

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

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.

Severin closed his eyes shut as he carefully appreciated the knowledge entering his consciousness. The Wood Emperor Immortal Art was an extraordinary technique that rivaled even the old wacko's Supreme Oneness Scripture. Both pathways allowed one to become a true immortal, but the Wood Emperor Immortal Art possessed one unique aspect—it had a profound emphasis on harnessing fundamental mana, molding one's very being through the laws of creation.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

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 didn’t even use magic either. Arthur then claimed they didn’t want to see me hurt, but I am immortal. I-m-m-o-r-t-a-l. I cannot die, even if I wanted to. They saw me get struck in the chest by one of Paul’s guards’ arrows, and how I managed to live to the next day even though my heart was punctured. I could’ve been an immortal soldier. I could’ve ended the entire war before it even started, and only two lives would be lost in the process. Paul’s and Zephyr’s.

If this creature discovered her, she would surely be devoured. “My lord, my lord, please wait!” A subordinate beside the pig-like creature said, “The thunder has passed, but we have seen none auspicious clouds. It means that the immortal hasn’t succeeded yet. Let’s go to that mountain and see if we can find the immortal’s corpse. Immortal flesh is very nutritious; this time, we can surely make our lord enjoy it.” The pig-like creature grunted a few times, throwing away the human leg in its hand. As it approached, the tree where Arista was hiding, it paused, its pig-like nose twitching. “I smell death.”