Immortal Forest Novels & Stories

“You’re both immortals. Nothing can kill—” “Oh, sweetheart…” I laughed slowly, delighting in the way her face paled. “You really know nothing.” Her lips parted, but no sound came out. "There is a way to kill us," I said, circling her like a predator. “A single weapon forged long before my brother or I drew our first breath.” I stopped behind her, leaning close enough for my voice to curl against her ear. “A stake carved from Draugrwood—the heartwood of the last undead oak that grew in the Veiled Forest. A tree watered with the blood of a Kharon beast… one of the underworld guardians. Its essence breaks immortality, snaps it clean in half.”

“So the Queen’s curse, ASA’s tech, the Fang—they’re merging all of it?” “Yes. And if they succeed, there won’t just be cursed wolves. There’ll be an entire army of immortal slaves.” Barbie’s light dimmed a little. “You can’t unmake something that powerful.” “I don’t plan to unmake it,” I said darkly. “I plan to end it.” The forest went still for a heartbeat. Even the wind seemed to listen. Then came the whisper. It slithered through the mist — not words, but something ancient, something hungry. A low chant, echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once. The trees seemed to lean closer, their shadows stretching across our path.

(Sasu) He simply elaborates on how to deal with undead, due to his profound pieces of knowledge, Alehandro who sat next to him listened to his stories carefully and take notes of what essential against his up-and-coming enemies. After 30 minutes of flying straight from Aeternum New City to the Forest Village in the southern Alemia, we finally touched down. I have seen the Forest Village from the photograph and from the satellite view back in my office, but the seeing in real life was actually fascinating. The name Forest Village was true to its name, the entire forest was just about 200 meters big, originally surrounded with a wooden logs wall, but with my army inhibiting the place, a steel

--- **The Last Forest** The Rootmother's domain is a cathedral of trees fused with steel, their leaves razors, their roots veins of molten ore. The air thrums with a low, resonant hum-the Forest's immune system, attacking intruders. The Rootmother waits at a stone altar, her antlers dripping sap that hisses where it hits the ground. *"Stormbearer,"* she greets, her voice vibrating in my ribs. *"And the Hollow King's shadow. How... amusing."*

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

Jade Immortal reached out with his hands and said excitedly, "Let me have a look." Princess Dorothy hummed as she passed the jade vial to Jade Immortal. Jade Immortal observed the jade vial closely as he became progressively astounded. He eventually yelped in amazement. "Rumor has it that the Red Sparrow Tribe has the power to achieve Nirvana and be reborn, especially the Red Sparrow Queen. They have the power of immortality, and they're able to summon the Power of Nirvana even if they've been destroyed.

The bark did not answer, though its shiver pressed into her skin. The change was not natural. The forest feared nothing. It had stood against storms, fires, plagues, and the endless hunger of men. Its power was eternal, and Mirra’s was braided into that eternity. Yet today its voice cracked, and that terrified her more than any blade or fire could.

'' No , i don't have anything to do now they said no training for the day so i am free now all day '' he assserted . '' Then do you wanna go somewhere ?'' she said , smirking . '' Where ?'' he asked . '' That is to the forest of the elves '' she replied . '' Elves ? you mean the mythical beings who has pointy ears and small figures , who are immortal and immune to all kinds of diseases '' he said , not being able to believe his ears . '' Yes , Elves , i will take you to the place where they stay and train and you can also train with them '' she replied . '' So they do reall exist , i had thought that they exist only in fairytales '' he was surprised .

The Ravenwood forest air was thick with the energy of dawn. In the early hours, mist hung low over the forest, curling around the towering evergreens and whispering through the ancient pines that marked the boundaries of the Ravenwood Pack. This forest wasn’t just territory; it was legacy, history woven with the sacrifices of her ancestors that Serena Ravenwood would one day inherit, and she walked through it now as if sensing her destiny beneath her feet, each step steady, certain.