Immortal Characters Novels & Stories

“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—”

What were these immortals trying to do? It was just Thomas’ conjecture that the Omniscient Deity was immortal. The Prince of Orchid Mountain, however, was an actual historical figure from a thousand years ago. He was still alive today. That would mean that he had lived a thousand years as an immortal. Thea breathed in deeply. She did not know what these bigwigs were trying to achieve, nor could she figure it out. Regardless, she had previously recovered her strength when she had the qilin’s blood. When she took the dragon's blood, her blood regained some of its regenerative ability. If she drank the phoenix’s blood right now, she might be able to recover completely.

(IMMORTAL) “MY TWELVE GUARDIANS AND HOLDER OF THE GODS AND GODDESS. ME WHO IS THEIR PLEDGE MAIDEN AND THE BLESSED DAUGHTER OF THE HEAVENS. WE WILL NOT GET OLD, EVEN IF THE YEARS WILL PASS BY. OUR AGE WILL STOP AT EIGHTEEN FOR OUR LINE IS IMMORTAL, SO THAT WE CAN PROTECT THIS WORLD.” “Immortal.” Whispering the word more than once and many times within the day, she excitedly prepares everything that she needed as her isolation and lies of being dead is what everyone knows about her, and that very word is the title she is now holding.

I suddenly wondered how far that ability could carry him. How many things can he do? “Can you take the face of others?” “No.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that. There are rules. A balance to everything.” I silently slumped down to sit on the foot of the bed. Willing to hear him out. “We’re far outnumbered and every year more of us die.” “I thought you were immortal?” “Immortal in the sense that we do not age, don’t catch disease. We don’t die as other things do.” He paused as he studied a particular crevice on the bit of wood. “But we can still be murdered in the ways anyone can be.”

he trailed off. “I’m going to kill him!” she gritted out. “I’m afraid you can’t.” She looked at Ignis who was overly pleased. His grin was so wide. “What are you talking about?” She crossed the room. “Everything is killable.” “Perhaps. I haven’t found a way. You children are hunters. I’m surprised you know too little about the subject matter. You know how beings such as vampires, faes, elves, and my kind are considered to be immortals. But,” he pointed up his index finger, “A few are more immortal than others. For instance, I. I doubt you can kill me with any of your weapons. And he, you have no idea who he is, don’t you?”

Cae murmured in fear. The Immortals were a group of Fenrir creatures, a race of monstrous wolves who have been in existence since the beginning of time. They were different from the lycans and the werewolves. They were even more powerful than the Wildings, and deadlier than the Reapers. They stayed faraway, in the hills and caves, living in isolation. They only emerged when it was absolutely necessary. If they suspected that Gwendolyn had the slightest connection to a dark, unknown power source, they would kill her.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

“No, Herculia, those are minor elements. Those ones don't make up nature on their own and are represented by one Immortal. The elements I'm speaking of are the major elements—elements that no mortal can truly do without. Take Edith, for example. Edith is the Immortal of Death and Darkness. Edith has a direct opposite who's the immortal of life and light. From this, you can start to imagine the number of Immortals in existence. There are Immortals who are representations of elements like matter, energy, emotions, faith, fate, disease, sound, vegetation, drought, weather, physics, time, thoughts, will, desire, and the most powerful of them all, the sun. Some of these immortals are always toget

Owing a favor from him would place her in a terrible place. Worse, everyone around Little Yin was weak. Everyone could die easily. She just had to blink, and who knows where everyone would be? The laws of this world were incomplete, and the strongest existences were pseudo-immortals who were simply big ants among this continent filled with ants. Pseudo-immortals would die the same way as mortals, without getting a chance to remember their past lives. Yin wanted to change that. She wanted companions in her immortal journey. She wanted to reconstruct her Church of Love. Sadly, just as she was starting to impart her knowledge, war broke out.

“So, you mean you’re immortal as well?” Luna asked in shock. They were on their way home at that moment. Ella was also in her uncle’s car on the way back, so they were three in his car. Ella and Simon tell Luna about Simon’s “immortality.” But as expected, she was a little surprised, although Luna had seen everything that had happened there. “If that’s what they call me, I’m probably immortal,” said Simon. “He can heal quickly, Luna, so no matter what weapon you use on Uncle, he won’t die, even the poison,” said Ella.