Immortal Characters Novels & Stories

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

Their kings and queens are the most powerful immortals in all of Wysteria. They are called immortals because they do not die and do not age like normal people. They can be killed at will and murdered. There is no old man to be found in Wysteria. Most of the citizens of each kingdom also live richly, but there are places in each kingdom where simple citizens live, and simple life is enough for them.

"The Undead Race is a powerful group of people with almost infinite lifespans. They are strong, and have great understanding of the world. If not killed, they can live forever!" *Boom* Kylie's mind went blank momentarily when she heard Davies's words. Immortality? There were people who could live forever? How was that even possible? Her mind tried furiously to reject what she was being told, but her heart smacked her consciousness sharply and reminded her to look around her. She was trapped in her own mind with a powerful beast after her. Her best friend had somehow managed to get inside her mind and was displaying feats of strength and speed beyond any human. How was hearing about immortali

I control them all to some degree. Kai and I were born as necromancers, an ability that used to have to be mastered and earned. Dad had to learn how to become a necromancer. He died and had to bring himself back to life. I’m glad I got to skip that part. I was born with all the necromancer's abilities, such as controlling death, talking to spirits, and immortality. That’s why eighteen feels like a blimp to me. A moment in time that I will forever have. I won’t age past eighteen. This is the end of the line for me regarding aging. I’ve always been immortal, but I stop aging now. I’m technically a year younger than my mom, who has been stuck at the age of nineteen since she became my dad’s fam

Wolves are stepping on each other, body parts are flying all over the place. An Alpha comes stumbling past me, still in his human form, clutching his bleeding chest. “This can’t be happening. She promised. We’re supposed to be immortal. We took the potions.” That is the kind of thinking that kills people. They always seem to think immortal means unkillable. I’ve come across many immortal creatures, and I’ve killed more than my fair share of them. Immortal also doesn’t mean you get to come all the way back, as Harriet demonstrated with the strange zombie creatures she brought with her when I finally dragged her out of her hidey-hole.

Even so, this rarely happens since becoming a ghost is quite a sad and lonely existence so almost no one wants this immortality. The fourth one is the 天仙 which is heavenly immortal. It is a person who not only lived over the 150 mark but has the power to boot. They are some of the most powerful people in the world. No one dares casually say that they have this immortality because they are constantly challenged to prove it. That is why no one questioned Yuto when he said it. Yuto fits in this category.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are we touchy about our age?” He chuckled. “Hardly, though I don’t want you to use it against me like I said.” Honestly he had a feeling that her being a mortal creature was going to think it impossible once more hearing his age. He carried what was known as the immortal gene. Until he received enough damage, or something powerful enough to kill him he would not die. He would not pass to natural aging or sickness. Others of his kind would age but slowly. They were a very long lived race.

Buildings lay in demolished charred heaps, having previously stood strong against many a sandstorm and monsoon. Emma, along with the other Saviors, was up to her eyeballs with healing the fallen. As soon as one was healed, two more would fall in their place. The Saviors were tireless immortals, who kept up their lightening pace of healing anyone who had even the slightest thread of life left to them.

Especially when her pride was still stinging after being knocked out by this witch at the Royal Ball. “It seems like she is young. From the looks of the time she's taking to heal, the healer doubts that maybe she might haven’t frozen in her immortality yet.” At Mercy's answer, Vladimir rolled his eyes in disbelief. Immortals were extremely vulnerable before they froze into their immortality because they can be killed by fatal injuries in their early years. Most immortals froze into their immortality in their early or late twenties. Esmeray can’t be that young. She spoke and fought with such fearlessness and confidence that only came with age.

They were before me. "After them are the Timeless Wolves. They are the Seniors of our kind. They have been living on this ground for millions of years. They are wolves, more powerful than us. They give us powers and they have the capability to take our powers back too. They can never die. They are immortals, they are like souls wandering everywhere". I nodded, trying to absorb all the information she was sharing with me. It was all so fantastical, yet it felt strangely familiar.