Immortal Diaries Novels & Stories

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?"

the one on the right said. “We’re your past lives,” both of them said in unison. “My past lives—what does that mean?” Clarabelle asked. “I’m sure you thought the memories you gained when you had your first awakening were yours, but that’s a lie. Those memories were for the original immortal, Clarabeth Chronokaira. You see, all the immortals may be immune to aging, diseases, poison, and everyday mortal accidents, but they can be killed by another Immortal.

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

I would have flipped my shit if he told me when I first came with him. “When I became a necromancer, I had to die, and when I brought myself back to life, I came back immortal. When you became my familiar, you also became immortal.” My eyes go wide. Okay, that’s not something I saw coming. “I know it feels overwhelming, and I should have warned you beforehand, but you were already so overwhelmed I didn’t want to push you over the edge. I know the idea of forever is intimidating. We can give up our immortality at any time and die of old age. Just remember you can still die, Ari. Immortal doesn't mean indestructible. I have to stay immortal for a bit to make sure our kids and grandkids are set

(Simion POV) Sitting here late in the evening in my office trying to think of my next plan to help my mom. She's been ill for ten years now. Not one doctor can find a reason why for her illness. When she first became ill, we all thought it was just a cold. After a few months it became worse and doctors thought it might be Pneumonia. As more months go by and my mother gets worse. Her coughs become wheezing with other issues, after years of this she begins having heart problems. Doctors don't know what is causing these conditions or how to fix them. They do tell me if I don't find something or someone that can help her that she will not last this year, they are surprise she lived this long. Fo

The key opens a secret door in the basement which depends on you; are you going to allow humans to enter? The diary, you need it to trace the day, month or year, it is a mysterious diary only given to generations. There is a bunch of it in the secret door. They’ll appear to you if you plan to have a family. Lastly this pocket watch, it will let you travel anytime. Literally, any TIME. Sam we’re immortals... There are a few of us living in this planet. At his first day during 1940, he noticed that the fields were no longer emerald. Houses and establishments were built all over.

Blake's confidence and his power is the weapon I need to destroy you which I know he would fuck me senselessly while whispering dirty promises that echoes. The obsession locks in which I know this isn't just a fling but a meticulously plotted takedown. “Tomorrow when Jim's away, I take over.” I said while I pulled out my phone hovering for Blake's contact. Let the game begin and who knew betrayal could be so fun?

“Most importantly, this one. It is the death curse, and it cannot be undone once it’s spoken.” His eyes darted around the pages as his mind tried to recall something he just couldn’t place. “Why not?” She pushed herself back in the chair and shrugged. “When an Earth witch dies, they come home just as they are and they go on like nothing ever happened. I don’t know why it’s that way. But here…” She tapped her fingernail on her armrest. “In the Realm, if you die, you have to start all over again, and you can’t remember much. Maybe here, perhaps on Earth. It could take a million years for us to find each other again if it were to claim us.”

They were mysteries that could not easily be seen through, even by great Scholars. The other type of seals was the immortal type. An immortal seal was just as the name implied - it lasted forever. The caster had no right or the ability to remove the seal, neither were they any hidden locks - conditions for removal - that had to be met. Immortal seals were the most brutal of seals since it took the life of the caster and/or a number of other sacrifices to create it. Fortunately for Mane, the seal that had been cast on him wasn’t an immortal one. It was the first kind of seal; it could be removed, but only by the caster.

“I have an offer that might solve several of your problems. Including the one sitting in the hospital bed beside you right now.” “I’m listening.” “Immortality,” Darius says simply. “A true turning. Not the half-life most vampires endure, but the real gift. Eternal youth, boundless strength, and perfect health. For your grandmother. For you, if you ever wish it. All I ask in return is a conversation. And perhaps… a small favor regarding your hybrid research.” The words hang in the air like poison wrapped in silk. Tempting. Dangerously tempting. Laura watches me curiously as my grip on the phone tightens.