Immortal Dream X Novels & Stories

The tension in the air was thick enough to be sliceable. "You Arena-maggots are all the same," the Xokothi slave leader spat back. "You claim you want to do away with the Imperium, to build some new and equal society, but you look down on us just as the Imperium always has. And the proof, ah, now the proof is right here before us. You refuse to share your bounty with us. You could prove us wrong, you know. We are happy to share our booty," the Xokothi offered. He curled his arm around Shinatri's shoulders, caressing her with deceptive tenderness. "She's truly exquisite, is she not? Why don't we trade? You share your prize and we'll share ours." Wulfkar grunted, unimpressed.

the councilor said, and my attention snapped back to her…and the file in her hand. “Nothing.” She arched a brow at me. “I mean it. Nothing. My mom would never tell me anything about him. He got her pregnant and then ran off and left her. He’s a deadbeat.” “Some of the elders top researchers have been studying your energy signature over the last few months,” she said. “Attempting to discover how you—an alleged human—was able to achieve a partial shift.” “And?” My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame.

If he could obtain this item and the True Immortal's Essence from Severin, Darius felt that he might still have a chance to become an immortal! Darius's calm heart began to beat erratically. Xavier smirked as he saw Darius was easily swayed by just a few words. "So, what do you think, old mudfish?" Xavier smiled faintly while suppressing the smirk on his face. "You make some sense, Xavier. The Grandiuno Sacred Land owes me an explanation for Drake!" Darius's eyes flickered as he spoke.

"The Immortals, one day, I will slaughter all of you and kill you until no one in the universe dares to claim to be an immortal. I, Chu Xun, swear!" ...

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.

She was pleading, almost demanding. I sat for a second not wanting to stop talking about this. “Ok, look, I'll make a deal with you,” she was looking at me with an adorable pleading look. “Ok, I'm listening.” “If you take me out of this house, I will tell you about Dru, an immortal woman who is a champion of the Gods.” I looked at her quizzically as this struck my interest. “Ok, you have my attention.” I stood and extended my elbow to her, “Shall I whisk you away, M’lady?”

I ask, my voice quieter than I intend. Maverick bites his lip, eyes wide. "I had a dream about him. Last night. He was standing and waving at me from afar." “Me too!” Makayla nods quickly. "In my dream. He picked me up and spun me around, then he looked at Maverick and smiled." My breath catches in my throat. Oh Goddess. How is this happening? How is Xarion already invading their dreams? "Tell us the truth, Mommy," Maverick says, crawling closer. "Is he our Daddy?"

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.

“And before you ask, no, I’ve never met a pureblood immortal in my life. Nor am I obsessed with any immortals.” I’m covering my bases. “Alright, can you tell me what these silver eyed people are doing in your dreams,” he asks, tapping his pen against his folder. It’s clearly bothering him that he fails to see why I’m having these dreams right off the bat. “One of them appears to romanticize and then by the end he wants to kill me. And then there is another one with silver eyes, who seems to be there to save me whenever I need it, but otherwise, ceases to exist,” I explain to him, fully aware that it doesn’t make much sense.

The trio—Dylan, Chastity, and Xander—standlocked in a tableau of destiny, the threads of the dream weaving a tapestry that transcended the boundaries of the subconscious. As the dream faded into the recesses of my mind, I found myself suspended between the realms of wakefulness and slumber, the echoes of that surreal encounter lingering like whispers of a prophecy. The moonlit clearing, Chastity's unwavering gaze, and the silent confrontation with my brother became fragments of a nocturnal saga, leaving me to ponder the intricate dance of dreams and the cryptic messages they sought to convey. All the time, that dream never leaves me. It haunts me even in my waking hours. I have never felt fe