Immortal Forest Novels & Stories

was no longer a political entity; it was a biological fact. ​Rhea and Elias returned to the Whispering Woods one last time. They sat at the base of the white tree, their hands locked together. The "sweetness" was so strong now that they didn't even need to close their eyes to see the entire world. They could feel the Kraken in the trench, the gardeners in the South, and the ancestors in the roots. ​"We’ve done more than just free them, Rhea," Elias said, his voice a soft, melodic hum. "We’ve made them immortal. As long as the forest grows, the North will never be forgotten."

The magic portal to the Hamakua Kingdom is between two large trees in the Hamakua Forest. The Hamakua Kingdom does not accept the presence of technology. The government system is almost the same as that in the Appalachia Kingdom. It is not easy to reach this forest because you have to pass through a vast ocean. The plains are very far from the Hamakua Forest. The Hamakua Kingdom welcomes with open arms any immortal coming for business purposes or just to visit and stay overnight, unlike the Appalachia Kingdom, which restricted immortals from coming to their palaces. From time immemorial, they were known as the 'friendly vampire gathering place'.

After all, Markimstin Forest has another name; The Forest of the Lost Souls. Ever since the Maelies became the Royal Family of the Horalian Empire, Markimstin Forest became the boundary between the mainland and the other surrounding villages. It covers a hundred hectares just around the mainland and became the fortress that protects the mainland from raiders. Going through the woods without proper guidance from the appointed trekkers will lead to being lost or even death; especially to those who have element powers. The forest is the main weakness of an element user. Just by stepping inside its boundaries, it immediately sucks up their abilities especially if they don't have the proper gems

Borrowing the dragon vein's power, he seemed to have become a dragon king. Facing him, a black-robed old man leaned on a cane. His face was hidden, only his ghostly green eyes were visible. Gideon finally saw it clearly. That was Mount Immortal. Chase and Attwell were both in Mount Immortal, fighting a Supreme and an apex overbeast. Their goal seemed to be… That light! Whatever was inside it had to be some kind of unparalleled treasure! The battle was about to explode. Gideon's eyes lit up. This was a golden opportunity.

“What trauma did you survive for your beast to be locked away for so long.” In the next breath, Nyctimus opens the book, flipping the pages quickly until it lands on a page that depicts a black tree with twisted trunk and branches. “Here is your tree hunter. It lies in the deepest parts of the forest in Mir.” “Mir?” I say surprised. Mir was on the other side of MacTire, sitting just above Lewe. Where the humans were buried in mass graves. Home to the urban jungle as most called it. I had heard about the forest that covered a city.

"As cliché as life, Anrietta fell in love with Cardinal and both escape their life as their journey unraveled threads of mysteries of their past. Further from home, further from the very familiar place where they once existed, they came into a forest made for survivors. Because survivors were evident why the forest was there in the first place. "Eight in total, the couple sighted these peculiars laughing at the front of the said place. And they didn't seem to notice them. They just kept going and laughing, not bothering what was going on around them. To the surprise of the two, they approached them to ask what place it was. And they said only one thing. It's the words to respirare. " She c

"Immortal blood is powerful and unpredictable. Think of it as an upgrade times 10000. On one hand, good or evil, it will turn out bad. That is why opening the realm of Cure is difficult to do since the only way you can get an immortal is to hunt them down in their own realm. But it would take a lot to do that." I turned back to look at myself as she approached closer and closer to the bridge. Since I was practically a ghost, people passed through me. Though it felt strange, I wasn't too bothered. That was until this one person passed through me. At the sight of his frame go through me, my heart to ached.

Immortality? " She's immortal. “ " Archer told me you lost your powers. “ " I did. I haven't seen any vision for a long time. “ " You won't be able to see any vision anymore, except the gods and goddesses want it to be seen. “ " Why? “ " You went into the forest of the dead with the prince right? “ " Yes." “ Only Moona's bloodline can go there and come back complete. If you had gone there without your powers, you would have died. The forest took your powers to live. "

"What did you see out there in the forest, child?" Sethlzaar's mind threatened to buckle under itself. Memories flashed. Blood dripped like syrup. Decay filled his nostrils. And death filled his mind... aegis... immortal... "... Something that should not exist," he answered, his voice trembled. Cynth nodded in understanding. Sethlzaar paused, a memory of the last time they had met surfacing. "Where is your stick?" "I have no use for it any longer." Cynth shrugged. "The last time we saw you were dying. And you still are."