Immortal Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

“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.”

Shock couldn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. My mind raced and I felt like I was just looping around in my head. All my thoughts were jumbled. Putting together everything that they were doing to me, it didn’t make any sense. They healed me, made me stronger, continued to experiment on me but it had done nothing but really build me up. “Why…why would you even bother doing that to me?” Hector seemed to have the same swirling confusion. “Honestly, immortality is lonely. It was a gamble, sure, but now you two have each other for forever. Aren’t I nice? You call me a monster but here I am, saving your love life and an impending doom of the death of your mate.”

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

She could see that the outfit really did look great on her; the slacks emphasized her curves in a way she had never noticed in her usual getup. “Appearances sweetheart, they are everything down there. Now get out of here, you don’t want to be late on your first day,” Pixie grinned making a shooing motion. Lisa gave Pix a long hug then she took off at a trot and lifted off into the air, flying out of the roofless building and into the morning sky. Reapers lived in the sanctuary, a floating structure in the clouds that had massive buildings in the architecture of ancient Greek temples. The sanctuary wasn’t really in the clouds, it only appeared to be, it actually existed in a separate dimensio

"Tomorrow I will burn. And I will do it with a smile on my face, knowing that one day the uncrowned king of prophecy will return. And when he comes, he will bring an end to the wickedness that riddles the land, and free us from our bondage. He will bring darkness upon us and the witnesses shall rejoice to see his glory. And you will know that he is the Immortal." Sethlzaar caught sight of a whisper of smoke spill from the iron where it scraped against her neck. It was faint and thin. He blinked once, and it was gone, like a child's imagination. But what did he know? He was only a child trying to convince an adult. He sighed. "Do you have anything you would like anyone to know?" he asked. "A

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

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?