Immortal Fanfiction Novels & Stories

telling her stories of agony and ecstasy intertwined. It teased her with false hopes, then slammed her with fear. It promised her relief, then delivered a mental image of Red's corpse rotting on the subway platform. It knew that Jane could no longer tell the truth from the lies, and in fact no longer cared. A problem with immortality is the belief that one is untouchable . . . that one is more powerful and wiser than mortal beings and thus incapable of making a mistake. That was when bullies, tyrants and dark gods made their mistake. The Dark One wanted to push someone who was already falling, possibly out of sadistic glee.

"What do you mean by real immortal? I mean I'm an immortal yet I can die." "Yes that's the difference, you as an immortal can die but he can't, so that makes him a real immortal. Immortality means you can't die and he can't." "How's that possible?" William asked. "When you left you came back differently, stronger and aggressive. Where ever you were changed you to this plus the dark magic." "Impressive," Daniel exclaimed. "First a Blood Mooner and now a real immortal. Haven't heard of that specie before." Jeremy being quiet all through stepped forward and said, "I have. I've learnt about it."

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

Battle of the Immortals is now signing off! It was a great journey to be with Madison and Aleister. First, I want to say sorry in everything I lacked while making this story. This is my first werewolf and english story, so thank you if you managed to read this part. I have few regrets but I did my best! Thank you again! I'll see you guys on my next books and I promise to continue on improving! Thank you for being with Madison, Aleister, Mallory, Hunter, Farkas, Ahina, Roberto and everyone else!

I tell her and she pulls me into a big hug and then pulls away and says, “Shit they are going to kill each other.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. We both began to race through the sand to the sidewalk and then it happened. A large black van stopped in our path and four large men with masks on jumped out of the van and grabbed us. Emily and I tried fighting them off but they were too strong as they threw us in the back of the van and shut the door. Emily moved to me wrapping her arms around me like she was protecting me from them. “Leave her out of this. She isn’t one of us.” Emily said to the men and I realized that the men that took us were immortals just like herself and now me

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

he asked. “As god of immortals, you have the power to turn an immortal into mortal and mortal to immortal,” he said. I smiled. That is so nice. If I had that power, I would turn a god mortal, banish him or her to the mortal realm and turn him or her immortal there. Now the person has the greatest punishment in life because he would be an immortal in a mortal world. He lives forever, gets frustrated, gets mad at the world. I can’t imagine it. “Those are very nice. I am almost jealous,” Brandon said, and we all chuckled.

It ignored every rule she’d ever read and paid her back with honesty in ways that almost made her laugh. Evenings, they read. Side by side at his small table, a lamp between them, Nothing the fox sprawled across their laps, oblivious and comfortable. Cultivation texts for her, array notes for him. Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently).

A perfect life A forever life. " I thought I will be living alone if you are not immortal, baby. I can't live that life. Now, I don't have that problem. My girlfriend is immortal just like me." he whispered in my ears. I can feel the happiness. I can imagine him being my prince and the king to Slateville. One day, we will get married. All the beautiful things going on my mind which are yet to happen. " Yeah, I can live a forever life with you, Jacen. I love you." I proposed to him again. I can say it a million times.

"There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—" I gasp. "Succubi?" "Yeah. You know—women who seduce men. There's also the other way around. Men who can make any woman fall for them. Some people are actually immune to those powers, though." She studies me for a second. "Rare people." "Oh." I shake my head, trying to clear it. "What else?" "Lots more." "That's a lot to take in," I whisper. Alice pats my back, but doesn't say anything.