Immortal Artinya Novels & Stories

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

There's no immortality for the non-blessed humans, and the same is applied to the blessed. Then how did king Ma'la get immortality and become a God himself? 'Immortality,' in the sense that a person who is long-lived but his physical body has actually vanished long ago, and only his name and actions remain in people's memories (this is the only definition ardians have). While king Ma'la was searching for that person who has crossed his limits to tease Ard's king, he decided to do nothing but wait, so whoever is it, it will try the same thing again on him and when it'll come to him, he will definitely catch that thing.

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

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.

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. *******

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

“The minds of our ancestors are really something to be respected. To think they managed to come up with a password that can only be broken with different powers… This would make our password with the numbering system seem like child’s play since we wouldn’t know if it needs six kinds of powers, or eight, or even a hundred.” Adrian shook his head as he smiled, while Mya continued, “Then what would its appearance at the church’s hidden room mean?” Once again, Adrian chose to ignore Mya’s question. “The old book recorded a type of power, but I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it before.” “What kind of power?” “According to legend, it’s the art of immortality. These arts give its user the power to

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

Immortality is the one thing that everyone seeks as the fear of death is man’s greatest weakness. Rarely has man conquered this fear and this is why the prospect of immortality was so exciting to humanity. But immortality was its prison because, without the fear of death, life served no purpose. The suffocating feeling of loneliness after centuries of living. Watching people you love die, loving new people, and watching them die as well. Those who don’t have immortality crave it and those who do have it, resent it.

“Seriously what’s wrong with you?” “That is why I still think being immortal is a curse not a blessing. What’s the use of living for hundred or thousands of years if all you could do is watch people close to you disappear and then remember that for another decade, century or generation. It’s not like we can die whenever we want. It’s not like we can do what mortals do; suicide.”