Immortal Beauty 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?”

"Is Lute Belle someone very powerful?" "Haha... What a funny question. Both Lute Belle and I are immortals. Of course, she's powerful. But she is not only powerful but also beautiful," Jade Immortal said. Princess Dorothy then thought of something and continued, "Will she give us the Emerald Sky Bead?" After drinking the last mouthful of wine, Jade Immortal stood up, patted his chest, and said confidently, "You don't need to worry about that. From how close we are, she would give me even better treasures, let alone the Emerald Sky Pearl."

“but it wasn’t long. It should have been longer, being that she was an immortal. Not a pure blood - she didn’t want that - but she should have lived at least one hundred more years. But she got sick.” Looking back out onto the beach at Amaris and Time, I don’t see a sick girl. I see a girl so happy with the man she loves, unknowest of what lies ahead of her in her life. Casting my glance away, I try not to dwell on how sad that is. Her life has been and gone, millions of years before I could even comprehend that. “I didn’t know immortals like me could get sick,” I say. We had always been told that once we reach this span of life, this was it until we outlived ourselves and finally fell to pe

Omotayo My back ached terribly from sitting in one position for too long. Ini had spent over three hours trying to supposedly 'bring out my beauty' as she called it but I only saw it as a waste of time since I know I'll still look great even without the excessive use of makeup. "I swear Tayo, anyone that sees you now will think you're on your way to a funeral," she tells me and I furrow my brows confused. "What am I doing wrong now?" I asked her and she responded by making me look at the mirror in front of me.

Yet, ever since she came here it is like she can not get warm. “Oh.” Adam says and Bella feels a little judged, so she quickly tells him “The movie is based off of a book series by Anne Rice called the Vampire Chronicles. I love this series because I am half in love with the main character Lestat. So I watch the movies sometimes when the mood strikes me.” “Movies? As in plural?” Adam asks her and she nods. “Yep. The sequel is Queen Of The Damned. It is pretty good too, but the first one is my favorite.”

“She’s alive? Where is she?” “That’s…complicated. If you want, I will let you meet with her, but Belle, I have something more important to tell you.” He looks at me, brows knitted so tightly that I began to be nervous. “Belle, you’re the first offspring of a lycan and a werewolf. In other words, you are the first lycan and werewolf hybrid.”

I watch as she removes her makeup and I wonder why this is important. I am distracted by her motions as she gradually reveals her natural beauty, and I am enraptured by her. Then she turns around and tucks her fringe to the side revealing her entire face to me. She is absolutely beautiful, her pale skin is blemish free, despite her heavy use of foundation, and she has signs of sleep deprivation around her eyes. At first that is all I can see which is concerning to me, but then the light catches something and I realise the truth.

Kael Morgathra is beautiful. Stunning. Long, straight black hair flows down to her impossibly narrow waist, and her skin is as pale as alabaster. I’m sure, in her youth, she was a lovely woman, but even now, with her face smooth, flawless, and young… I can see the marks of age she’s failing to hide–the scars of ugliness, of evil, no magic can erase. Her eyes are round and the brightest green I’ve ever seen. Green, like spring grass. Green, like the first buds on the trees after a long, hard winter.

Sophia had no words to comfort Amaya and just held her tighter in the embrace. Amaya slowly disengaged from the hug and walked into the bathroom to wash her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled sadly at the frail figure in front of her. She had noticably lost weight in the last few hours, her eyes were sunk in, her face pale, and she looked like a pretty ghost. Very fragile and pale. "You've got this Amaya. You're strong, he can't break you". she mentally encouraged herself. Letting out a smile, she arranged the red lingerie she wore, the one lady Esme had thrown at her earlier and walked out of the bathroom.

"Then keep listening. It only beats this fast when I'm next to you." Elena closed her eyes, letting her senses fill completely with the scent of rain, vanilla, and Maya's pure vitality. For seventy years, Elena had looked at her immortality as a curse—a never-ending cycle of hiding, loneliness, and running from the light. But lying here in the quiet dark, wrapped in the arms of the woman she loved, eternity didn't feel like a prison anymore. It felt like a promise. They stayed locked in that quiet, breathless embrace for hours, a mortal and an immortal sharing a fragile pocket of peace before the storm of the final battle arrived.