Immortal Diaries Novels & Stories

For his freedom. It was bound to happen, one way or another. It was written in the stars. She watched Ares seat himself right next to her on the lounge, his large frame taking up so much space that she had to hug her legs closer. She sniffled, using one hand to wipe away her tears. "Bind yourself to me, Diana." She blinked, giving him a bewildered look. What? "You will become immortal. My grace will keep you alive," he said. She peered between his eyes, still failing to understand what was going on. What was he trying to say?

No, I wasn't thinking that at all; I was thinking how unfathomable it is to live that long, and she thinks that I'm shocked at my own immortality…because… I'm the daughter of two immortal beings…which would make me immortal. Oh, goddess. I'm immortal. What of Roman? He's a half-werewolf; does that make him mortal? What in the bloody hell will I do? If he only lives 150 years, that's a small fraction of my life, and then I have to face eternity without him?

“And I’m going to make sure we have eternity together.” She snapped her fingers, and Rosa gasped as a strange sensation washed over her. “What did you do?” she asked. “I made you immortal,” Mary said, smiling. “So we can spend forever together, fucking and fighting and loving each other.” Rosa’s eyes widened. “Forever? You mean…” “Yes,” Mary said, pulling her close. “You’re mine now, Rosa. Forever and always.” Rosa hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “Good,” she said. “Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long before you die. Tell me, Drogo… you miss being immortal, don’t you?” My jaw ticks. “If you were still immortal, that poison would have no effect on you,” he says. “You’re wrong," I counter. "I don’t miss being immortal. Not with the price that came with it.” My breathing steadies after healing enough. “Those periods of time were replays of what your father did to me. They broke me every day until the goddess sent me mercy.” “I heard you cursed the moon goddess every night. And now you are taking her side?” he asks.

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

’’ Before I could reply, he said ‘’ I see you’ve met THEM,’’ he stated, his voice turning into a whisper ‘’What?’’ ‘’You know, the immortals’’ he tilited, confused ‘’ The immortals?’’ ‘’ I’m guessing that you haven’t heard about them?’’ ‘’No’’ ‘’Well, you should stay away from them, unless you are one of those crazy about them’’ He said, rolling his eyes ''They might be rulers of their kingdoms, but I wouldn’t get involved with them; they are cursed,‘’ he whisphered

The ancient obsession of immortals terrified by the concept of permanence. I turn toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city glows beneath the night like veins of molten gold threading through darkness. Five years ago diplomacy stopped interesting me. Mercy became inefficient shortly after I lost Rose. The old houses still whisper about the shift. They call it tyranny now. Ruthlessness. Cruelty. Perhaps they are right. Grief hollows a man eventually. Even an immortal one. Especially an immortal one. Behind me Damon leans casually against the bar. “Shall I inform them His Majesty is indisposed?” he asks lazily. “Exhausted from vigorous diplomatic negotiations?”

If they do decide against us, we'll just give the Queens the old heave-ho and deal with it later. Again, delusion. She sighed. You seem to be working under a flawed premise I've meant to speak with you about for quite some time. Sorry? Where was the flaw exactly? It's not like they can really hurt me or anything. I'm immortal. Immortal, yes, she sent. But not invincible. Gulp. Explain? Immortality means you will live forever, and never grow old, she sent. As long as nothing happens to you. That sounded rather final for something I was given the impression would go on and on forever. Why was this the first time I was hearing this information?

Stefano loves me and I can't help but laugh at the title he uses to tease me. Even if the whole world would laugh at me now, I would not be able to smile or laugh. I feel like my heart is on the brink of sinking and it is slowly drowning me until there is nothing left for me to hold on to. "Thank you, Stephen." I smiled bitterly at him and I saw that Stefano seemed hurt because of my response. "Your father is also one of the missing people. You don't need to comfort me, I trust the king but I cannot help but feel fear for the possibility that he's not coming back." I told him the truth. Deep inside me, I still believe that he's coming back safe. He's Elijah, the first immortal, the most powe

“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.