Immortal Diaries Novels & Stories

Therefore, it is difficult for us to have children with each other. And for that very reason, the Evermore's leader, Brayanlynn (aka my dear father), came up with a solution fifteen millennia ago. What solution? Strictly train each Immortal until they reach the age of 20 (in our timeline). Then send them to the reality corresponding to each Immortal's destiny book. Alone. Without any external help. Only with their knowledge about this reality and the main story of their respective book of destiny. In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end.

Jade Immortal reached out with his hands and said excitedly, "Let me have a look." Princess Dorothy hummed as she passed the jade vial to Jade Immortal. Jade Immortal observed the jade vial closely as he became progressively astounded. He eventually yelped in amazement. "Rumor has it that the Red Sparrow Tribe has the power to achieve Nirvana and be reborn, especially the Red Sparrow Queen. They have the power of immortality, and they're able to summon the Power of Nirvana even if they've been destroyed.

“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—”

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

Jeremy being quiet all through stepped forward and said, "I have. I've learnt about it." Now all attention was transferred from Alisa to him, so he went on, "During my search for my mother's death I came across I think this, in a book. It explained of a real immortal first noticed I think a thousand or two years ago. No weapon has been discovered to kill a real immortal." "Great, that means I can go and kill that bitch right away," William said. "Not just yet Willie," Alisa held his hand. "Stygian is ancient, smarter and the most powerful of all witches. And if she knows you're alive she'll find a way to put you down, us along."

I thought he was obsessed with her that was why he tried to mark her forcibly. "You don't know", Vienna said. "But Fiama has a boon that's only helpful to her mate, not to her" I couldn't understand what they were saying. "What?", I exclaimed. "You're immortal now, Jay", Vienna's words almost forced my jaw to drop in distrust. Immortal? How could I be immortal? "Immortal? How?", I exclaimed. "The one who would mark Fiama the very first time would be immortal. That was her boon. And also, only she could kill that person. Now, at this moment, there's no one who exists on this earth who can kill you, Jay. But she can"

Aiden leaned back and thought for a long time, brows furrowed. “Why do you ask?” Caitlin finally asked, becoming concerned herself by his expression. “I think there may be another force at play here,” Aiden finally said. “What do you mean?” Caitlin asked. Aiden sighed. “There is a prophecy that, when the last vampire on earth surfaces, the Immortalists would die.” “Immortalists?” Caleb asked. Aiden nodded. “An ancient race of legend, a race destined to live precisely two thousand years old. Not quite immortal—a misnomer, if you will. But they have the ability to be immortal, to extend their lifetimes forever. They need the last vampire to continue living….”

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

Bernard smiled as he removed a thin, thread-bound book from Yael's corpse and tossed it to Chad. "Here! This is a diagram that visualizes methods for immortality. This one's for you, too." Chad reached out and caught two books; the covers read Art of Immortality and Human Flesh Sanctification. Bernard tied his clothes before kicking Yael again. He said, "Yael is such an idiot. He was pursued for over a decade, all for the sake of a girl. With each resurrection, he lost some of his memories. Who knows how often he died? Later, I heard that the woman realized he was losing his memories and took his money to run away with a gigolo instead."

Climbing up above the ancient battered tree, Diana replied, "Whatever, but stop calling me little mortal. I am certainly not one anymore." Little mortal was an old nickname, adapted no doubt from Diana into a more flowery affection. It was the tiniest hint that he was starting to break. Diana shivered with glee. “And why not?” Andrew added it as an afterthought. He climbed after her. "Why? Because I am not mortal anymore. May I remind you of that?" She had forgotten. In the midst of all this terror, she had turned herself cold. It seemed trivial in light of the world ending and everything. However, being immortal wasn't in her dream. Yet here she was climbing a stupid tree like a squirrel, g