Immortal Beauty Novels & Stories

When the world starts building itself around me again, I stumble over my feet, but Sinful grabs my arm, holding up, even as my legs crumble. And then, I can see where we are. I’ve never seen a place like this in my life. I can immediately sense this place is immortal, magic drifting around me the moment I open my eyes. We all stand in front of a large window, looking out at a view I would never find in the mortal world. Mountain peaks for miles stretch out in front of me, all capped in pure white snow. Perhaps I could have enjoyed it more if the implications for seeing it weren’t so horrid. Even if the sight of a the dark sky and glittering stars in the sky is beyond beautiful. It’s a facade

She was too beautiful to begin with so why did she have to go and create another unworldly beauty for herself. “I hate it,” he lied. Amalthea’s energy whimpered. She was calling for him to hold her but his head was too stubborn about it, successfully fighting her off. She closed her eyes. “I can take the shape that you like for you, but if I do that, it will be the last you see of me, the choice is yours,” she declared. He glared at her some more, his eyes became impossibly big on his face. “Then take my fu*king immortality with you, I do not need it…” he said.

She's a flirt! "Calm down, Beauty. Don't let the fake news and articles about them destroy you," my sister Amalia said. She is holding a plate that is loaded with food once again. I heaved a desperate sigh, and my eyes were like daggers on the TV where Beatrice's profile was still on. "You are beautiful, Beauty. The most beautiful of them all," she said, sounding like the mirror character in the Snowhite movie. "Oh my god! Look at you. Yes!" she jumped like a lunatic.

- You will be young, beautiful and eternal, inside me, you will never leave, in search of immortality, which I desire. Then she stepped back and touched a red stone in the center of the huge skeleton's chest that was stretching and forming tentacles that projected above them, moving, as she began to change like a monster between tentacles coming out of her chest and a skeleton. with pieces of the missing girls like a chimera .

"It's an absolute falsehood. You aren't ugly." "It's okay if I am." Genesis's eyes were glassy with tears. "I mean, compared to immortals I'm—" "Perfect," I finished for her. "And if I ever hear you say that about yourself again, you'll be punished." "Punished?" I released her chin. "Yes… I'll force you to eat pinecones instead of Mason's eggs." She let out a laugh. "You're beautiful, Genesis." I swallowed, placing my hands on the table in front of her. "Immortals would fight wars over you, and not just your face or your hair or the way your smile penetrates to someone's very soul — but because you're good."

“She’s not flawless, Eirny, you were wrong about Bell.” “Skar, no one is totally flawless– come on.” She laughed. “She is literally perfect for you, Askar.” I scratched my head, looking up at her, “I suppose…” But she didn’t take it so lightly, “You suppose? What on Earth could she be lacking? She literally is immortal just like you. What? Do you want bigger boobs or ass, or something? Is her face not pretty enough for you? Is she not…” I cut her before she could continue, “She’s not you.”

The inky waves seemed to capture the essence of the night itself, weaving a tapestry of enchantment around her. When she started to walk away, the way she moved was an interplay of moonbeams and shadows that accentuated the contours of her face, highlighting the regal features that marked her as a leader among her kind. I admired the graceful lines, the subtle curve of her jaw, and the regal arch of her brows. It was a symphony of beauty that resonated with the timeless allure of immortality. In my eyes, she embodied a rare fusion of strength and grace, her beauty transcending the superficial to become a reflection of the supernatural world they inhabited. Her allure was not merely skin deep

Breathtaking in a way that was unnatural. Her creamy skin was flawless. Her face carved from pale granite, emotionless despite the depth to her silver eyes and cobalt hair. A gown of liquid gold clung to her curves, dripping in jewels that matched those on the crown atop her head. “I can make her immortal, Orion. Death would never claim her…” A flash of warmth filled my veins at the sight of her—so fucking beautiful I could barely stand it. I wanted this. I wanted it more than anything. The fear of losing her was so strong. The voice within the flames knew that.

She instinctively pressed her flawlessly sculpted legs together as a rush of inappropriate images briefly flashed through her mind. She hurriedly channeled her inner energy to suppress the distracting fantasies, allowing her voice to regain its seductive cadence while saying, "I've invited you over because we wish to secure a significant investment stake in Evermore Beauty. "More importantly, to acquire the formula for the Complexion Elixir. I hope you'll grant us this favor, Mr. Gray." She had been closely monitoring Martha's live stream that night. Those belonging to Blossom Hall feared aging above all else; the moment their skin dulled and their beauty began to wane, it heralded an absolu

Living, but not fully alive. From a lifeless doll, a being emerged, taking form of a humanoid, yet different from them. With fingers elongated and circles of metals that swirled it’s ghastly fingers forming several rings, and elongated body which is covered in white cloth. It’s pale face tilted up. Tyr who would usually giggled uncontrollably went still as her face pulled into a tight expression. “As I thought…” She sauntered to the newly formed being and grabbed it’s face by it’s skinny chin. “My precious child is more beautiful than a doll like you.”