Immortal Blades Novels & Stories

“Please take me now. I beg you.” Having satisfied his thirst for blood, the immortal Viking laid under the heavens and prayed that the gods from his past life would be kind and wipe him off the face of the Earth. With no answer from the puppet masters above him, Haldir braced his chest against the pain with his hand then pushed himself up with his other. Haldir stood up and claimed his knife from Mitchell’s chest and wiped it off on his expensive designer parka. With the fire inside extinguished, the bitter arctic wind clenched Haldir’s heart and his freezing hands fumbled to sheath the blade.

I said to him and now I looked at the new life flower that is now taller than its dead stalks. Only one day has passed but it has already grown tall. I came closer and I could see his leaf more. I cringe because its leaf is like a leaf, but it is shiny and I notice that the edge of the leaf seems to be gold. I slowly put Sushi down to look at the new life. The leaves are so green and shiny and the edges have a gold-like color and spots. The leaves of the immortal flower are not like this, far away because their leaves were like swords before, but now, they are like swords.

Eyes and Fangs, Immortal Creatures, Creatures at Night * It was already five in the evening and Hazel was staring at the book of prophecy in front of her. She had expected to see another written letters but it was still the same as when she had seen it. Just the words from yesterday. She looked at the words again and read in her mind, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make a sacrifice on the land of ashes.”

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.

Thana stated, backing me up. “Let’s get started.” My team paired off into groups of two, leaving me to spare with Thana, my second in command. We practiced with our blades and blocking oncoming attacks. Although guns now existed, immortal creatures had no interest in them, mostly because they did little damage to immortals, it was the equivalent of shooting a person with a BB gun. Not effective at all, that is aside from the special handguns the order gave out with blessed bullets, those could kill a vampire instantly, but they were hard to get and were only given to the generals.

he bellowed, his words echoing across the battlefield. With a resounding battle cry, the Immortals and Lycans charged forward, their combined strength and powers colliding with the creature. Sparks of magic and the clash of steel filled the night, illuminating the darkness that threatened to consume them. Fleur, her immortal abilities pulsing through her veins, unleashed her gifts upon the creature. She froze the creature, attempting to disorient and weaken it. Zeeb, his lycanthropic nature awakened, transformed into his powerful wolf form, his claws tearing into the creature's flesh.