Immortal Book Novels & Stories

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

"What?" Attwell exclaimed, his body trembling. His face was a whirlwind of emotions as he asked, "Do you know the location of Triarchs' Immortal Instruments?" Chase grinned and answered, "If I did, why would I ask you to join me, Attwell?" Attwell's breath grew labored. Triarchs' Immortal Instruments, known as the Skyarch Tower, the Eartharch Book, and the Manarch's Sword, held incredible power. This immense power could only be fully realized when the Art of the Triarchs was employed alongside these sacred instruments.

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

he says, his tone serious. "I think I know what this is." His brow furrows. "I read about this in one of the books in the school's library. I think it's a pocket dimension." "A pocket dimension?" I shake my head. "What does that mean?" "It's an intentionally—magically—constructed space. One with limits. Boundaries. Usually, they're set up to trap someone or protect something." "Like an all-powerful relic." I exhale all the air in my chest.

"Simple, to create other beings and the first thing he created were the six gods. Ashton, the gods of dragons also known as king of fire. Asmodeus god of the demons and the king of hell, Zachary god of sorcerers. Rosalyn goddess of the vampires and known as the blood queen, and Iris goddess of the fairies. Last of course is Kamaria aka the moon goddess and my mother." Simion and I sat still for awhile processing on what she just told us. I reach over to his hand to hold it to reassure not just him but myself as well. As I touch Simion hand his first reaction was to flinch but calmed down fast when he looked at me. He held my hand tightly. "I'm sorry Skylar but if Kamaria is your mother, then

They were mysteries that could not easily be seen through, even by great Scholars. The other type of seals was the immortal type. An immortal seal was just as the name implied - it lasted forever. The caster had no right or the ability to remove the seal, neither were they any hidden locks - conditions for removal - that had to be met. Immortal seals were the most brutal of seals since it took the life of the caster and/or a number of other sacrifices to create it. Fortunately for Mane, the seal that had been cast on him wasn’t an immortal one. It was the first kind of seal; it could be removed, but only by the caster.

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. *******

Even so, I could neither wake up nor save myself. I had been buried in a grave of my mother’s memories in the middle of nowhere. Some of them were so horrifying, for a second I thought I was losing my mind. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t understand. I was suffocating, but I knew that even death wouldn’t come to save me here. It was at that moment; I realized how an immortal actually felt. They didn’t fear death; they feared it might never come for them and their suffering would never end.

Somehow the latter seems more appealing. “That doesn’t sound so good,” he notices, “what do you need a potion for?” “I need something that will get someone drunk,” I say distractedly, sliding the useless green book back into its place, moving on down the stack. “Ah, alcohol does exist…” he reminds me. I roll my eyes. “That won’t work. Not on an immortal.”