Immortal Artinya Novels & Stories

I asked him "This place is something which is strictly for immortals not mortals like you. That wolf is my pet. He attacked you because he thought you were a danger. I stopped him because I felt like you can not be a threat in any way." He said and I looked at him with my mouth hung open What does he mean by immortal? Immortal as in the ones who do not die? That means he is not a human? What is he then? I have heard about immortals but never met one in real life.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

, Sage Yaga told him " What is Immortality according to you?”, he asked them " Immortality is a way of living life which is not just for you but it should also be helpful for others”, sage Yaga told him " Fair enough, you can go ahead but before that I would like to inform you about the further steps which you have to taken carefully before coming face to face with the book

[Leah’s POV] "Mallard has been around for a very long time." Craig began, growing serious. "I know that sounds impossible, but some claim he may even be immortal." Immortal…Shivering, I tried to picture being unable to die. After losing those closest to me, I found it hard to imagine carrying on. I couldn’t possibly imagine how it would feel to have to go through that again and again. "Immortality only exists for those who dabble in the dark arts." Ian pointed out, "Are you saying you seek the help of a dark mage?"

~Vaela Morality is a punishing thing. Been there. Done that. Died young, spent nearly a century in death before arriving here. The immortal realm, where I am to live out a not so immortal existence, as I shall eventually die. The name must have sounded nice in its creation. The only true immortality belongs to the pure-bloods. Dark, twisted individuals with magic beyond their means. Magic to crush realms, to torture and abuse. Eyla’s voice echoes through my subconscious, jolting me from my vacant thoughts.

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

She rhetorically asked and scoffed a brief laugh. "What does that mean?" The leading woman asked. "Unlike the pack of Blood Mooners that I subdued many years ago, there was another group of undying vampires known as the 'real immortals'. Stake them they live, cut of their heads another grows back, burn them, butcher them, yet they join back together. They can't die."

An immortal. I’ve learnt how to decider an immortal from a mortal. It’s rather easy, to be honest. Because an immortal is the most foreign looking person you will ever see. And the man staring back at me, eyes as blank as a slate, is an immortal. I would bet my own life on it.

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.