Immortal Desires Novels & Stories

He ordered and she walked to the end, she took a seat and he also did. “Sit upright.” He ordered and she did. “Both hands on the table.” He added and she obeyed. “Tell me what the book was about.” “B… BDSM.” She stuttered. Draven looked at her hands and noticed they were trembling. “Breath in Xalia.” He said and she inhaled. “And out.” He added and she exhaled. “Now, I want you to answer my questions without stuttering. If you stutter, I will get mad, do you want that?”

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

It was glistening with beads of Agatha’s sweat, and on impulse, he brought a fingertip to his lips and licked it. The salty taste bloomed inside his mouth. He licked the rest of his fingers slowly, from the base of his hand to the very end of his fingertips. ‘So, what do I want?’ It was the same question that he had already asked himself. Lanceil’s gaze grew heavy. There was only one thought, that flashed like gold. “…I want her.” ‘How do I want her?’ His gaze meandered back to Lanceil, then he murmured— “I want to devour her.”

As an immortal being accustomed to centuries of solitude, I found an unfamiliar ache in the recesses of my undead heart—an ache that spoke of a connection that transcended the boundaries of our individual destinies. The desire to have her close, to hold her, and to shield her from the burdens she willingly shouldered echoed through the chambers of my consciousness. I, who had stood as an unyielding force against the currents of time, felt the vulnerability of a connection that had surpassed the trials of centuries. My cold, immortal exterior belied the tumultuous emotions that churned within me. I yearned for the solace that only the embrace of my mate could provide—a respite from the comple

My heart was a mere piece of flesh, pounding, as if at the command of her eyes. My gaze dropped to her lips, and I wondered if it would be ok if I kissed her. I wanted to console her without being selfish or needy for her touch. But how could a mere mortal sit right beside his ambrosia and not be tempted to taste the forbidden immortality even when he knew he would burn away? “I want to dream, Carys. Just like you,” I said, looking at her ‘Home.’ “So even if it sounds pretentious, I wish to keep on dreaming until I make it my reality, our reality. I want to take us home, your Home.”

I barely had time to catch my breath before he drove into me again, slow but deep, filling me completely, pressing me into the mattress as his weight settled on top of me. My hands slid into his hair, tugging him closer, our lips crashing together in a messy kiss that felt like an answer, like a feral need, like Feral Desires itself, as if we were trying to become one. “I don’t lose things, Claude,” he whispered against my lips, his voice trembling. “Not my empire, not my life, not you.” His voice cracked as his thrusts turned rougher, desperate. “I don’t know how to do this, I don’t know how to be soft, but I’m trying—because it’s you.”

Verse in the purest sense—equal, switching, giving and taking without keeping score. I ended up on top again, kissing down his neck, sucking fresh marks over the old ones from last night. “You drive me fucking crazy,” I muttered against his skin. “On the field. In this room. I’ve spent three seasons wanting to destroy you.” Marcus arched under me, hands running through my hair. “Same. Thought hating you was easier than admitting I wanted you under me… or on me.” His voice dropped, vulnerable for the first time. “I don’t actually hate you, Jax.”

Herculia asked. “Who is the next Immortal on our list?” Nicole asked. “Let's see, we’re supposed to find Avia Ignius, the Immortal of Phoenix Magic; Episteme Psyches, the Immortal of knowledge; and Edith Anima, the Immortal of life and light. The moon goddess said these Immortals are easy to find, and we don't really need to do anything. We could just give Daniela a phone call and wait for the other two to cross paths with us,” Mary replied.

I asked hesitantly. “A mortal wouldn’t understand what it means when immortality genes don’t activate in an immortal. Normal life?” Claude scoffed. “That concept is not just foreign to us. It’s absurd. It’s forbidden for an immortal to even think about death.” “Why?” I asked. “With a weak blood, death won’t just cross our minds — we’ll witness it, and eventually, we might yearn for it,” Vish murmured, her words hanging heavy in the air. “And craving death... that’s the darkest curse an immortal can inflict upon themselves. An endless curse.”

The whole scene lived rent-free in my head, replaying in continuous loops until I nearly went crazy with the desire to recreate some of the things I’d seen. That desire was what led me to his room. My head was filled with an assortment of immoral scenes throughout the time I spent in Daniel’s room, and it became even more amplified as my efforts to achieve my aim proved to be in vain. At one point, I became so tense with anticipation that I paused to let out a deep breath.