Immortal Diaries Novels & Stories

“You are alive, and that's enough. You don't need to worry about anything tonight.” “And who said I am worrying about anything?” I step closer, close enough to feel the chill radiating from his immortal body, close enough to see the hunger beginning to burn behind his mesmerizing amber eyes. He wants me. I can see it. I want him too. “Draven,” I call softly, refusing to release his hand. “Don't leave. I want to do this, not because I owe you, but because I want to. Allow me to thank you properly. I want to be your exclusive blood thrall tonight. Use me. Drink from me. Take everything you crave.”

You have your orders, find those that are marked and bring them to the island, the rest of them eliminated. A great roar went up as they organised into platoons and headed across the border nowhere would be safe for the humans they had brought about their own destruction. The Immortals were organised and powerful, they had immense strength and they had the numbers now that they had their Alliance the humans really did not stand a chance.

[Leah’s POV] "Mallard has been around for a very long time." Craig began, growing serious. "I know that sounds impossible, but some claim he may even be immortal." Immortal…Shivering, I tried to picture being unable to die. After losing those closest to me, I found it hard to imagine carrying on. I couldn’t possibly imagine how it would feel to have to go through that again and again. "Immortality only exists for those who dabble in the dark arts." Ian pointed out, "Are you saying you seek the help of a dark mage?"

So how did I become immortal again? "I-I don't know when I became immortal. I knew for myself that I was human when we landed on Wysteria." I promised Sudanni it was confusing. My situation just got worse. "You were already an immortal when you came to La Krispana. But did you notice any changes in your body before you went to Callora Grande?" Sudanni asked me, I can tell that he also doesn't know when I became immortal. Change? I thought about the change that happened to my body and I couldn't think of anything. Nothing has changed in my body—except the color of my eyes!

The ones who caught Jiu You were the Immortal Emperor of the Draconian race and the Immortal Emperor of the Lycan race. The Immortal Emperor of the Draconian race sneered and said sarcastically, "You are still alive, how can we be willing to die?" In the ancient war, the Immortals brought misery to the various races. Therefore, the alien races didn't like the Immortals at all. The Immortal Emperor didn't care and said, "We meet again after tens of millions of years. It's unexpected." "You didn't expect us to be still alive, did you?" The Immortal Emperor of the Lycan race sneered.

Not like this. “It’s dangerous, little silver…” My mother tried to warn me. “Besides, Orion and Damon were literally immortal. They had been alive for centuries already, and now that they’re gone… they are truly gone. There is nothing left. They can’t come back again.” “Then at least Marcellus and Hyacinth…and Ezra… They aren't immoral... it should work with them... Please, I can’t lose them. Not like this. Please, mother… please, father… I beg you…” I cried, pleading desperately.

Was this another piece of her past life coming back to haunt her again? "You would know..." Maria remarked. Raven scoffed, "So now what? You want to create immortal armies in this day and age?" Ophelia shook her head, saying, "Yes… and I also want to resurrect that indestructible army." Raven's heart raced at the thought. It couldn't be possible, right? "That's a big joke..." she chuckled, not believing the idea. Maria clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "That's not the whole story, though. They were immortals, meaning they couldn't die and would live forever. With the right tools, we could awaken them..." Maria laughed sinisterly.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." It shook its head. "It's not like that." He initially responded to me. "Over time, a lot has changed, Alessia. I wanted to just go back to the Philippines. But a lot happened. I was given the chance to become immortal. That was a bit difficult on my part because if I choose to be immortal, I will give up my humanity. But I also agreed in the end because I had more important things to think about than myself. That's why I became immortal, two years ago." He told me a story.

“Are you going to?” “No,” he says and, with a heavy sigh, gets up from the bed. “I’m not sorry that you’re here.” He holds out his hand, and I automatically take it. He looks down at our intertwined fingers and softly runs his thumb over my knuckles. “We found some things in your father’s diaries, and Samantha is working her way through the grimoires, looking for answers.” “What about the hunters’ diaries?” “They didn’t do this.” “But it could be tied together. Your immortality might be a curse-”

“When our dear mother was expecting Imara, a clairvoyant stopped her on the street. Not looking for money or anything, mind you. The mood just struck her; I suppose. She went on to tell my mother that Imara would live a tortured life and would never live to see her 3oth birthday. Of course, there were some other things she said concerning my folks that , unfortunately, they didn’t take heed to. The crime of it all for Imara and I is that everything the clairvoyant told my mother has come to pass. Everything. We’ve been running all over God’s creation trying to keep the inevitable from happening until we can find someone to get us to the Realm where she’ll be safe.” As he clenched his teeth,