Immortal God Novels & Stories

she doesn't give him a chance to say anything before she stabs him. Beauden looks down at the knife in his chest. "Me being immortal also makes me immune to silver. I like that." He wraps his arms around her. She lay her head on his chest Being immortal doesn't stop you from getting infected from the mega box. So hands off." "I got it. Don't touch or go anywhere close to that box." He kisses the top of her head. Outside Zeus, the Gods and Goddesses haven't taken their eyes off Einar and the door. The door opens and Einar steps aside looking at Wisdom and Beauden come out.

The Alphas were all very powerful. But Miaka new she and her companion were even stronger. She shook her pretty mana and batted her eyelids, waiting for the AI Eigen to decide how to proceed. She did n't care what happened to her anymore. Not really. Not like she had when she had been one of the living. "As an immortal being, nothing really matters," she said with a long, world weary sigh. After a moment, the others seemed to agree with her statement, as depressing as it was.

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

There were the remains of dead Rogue Immortals! Rogue Immortals were Cultivators who had passed the Nascent Soul, Nirvana, Apotheosis and Grand Completion Realms. After the Great Completion Realm, they must survive the Ordeal. If they succeeded, they would turn into real Immortals and soar to Heaven's Realm above. They would be released from the cycles of life and death. They could continue cultivating and become Immortal Lords and God Kings.

He let his anger define who he was and what he should be. “He is gone." I mumbled, still not looking at his eyes. I have seen it. That mark was in the archive of the palace. Even Connor once told me about it. “So you have a deal with the devil? ” I utter. But what is the difference between us? I also made a contract with a god. God and the devil? What is the difference? They are all immortals who possess powers. The power that no normal human can have. They live for eternity. Watching us mortals live as their source of entertainment in a world full of nothingness.

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

She let Leena decipher the meaning of her words. ~~~~ [Leena] After the scary confrontation with Hades earlier, the gods excuse themselves and Grandmother brought us to her abode. Until now, I still wonder why Luna says that I am immortal like her. I keep thinking about it for some reason, especially the words she said to me. ‘If sacrifices were made by the chosen one. Their soul will come back and will be granted a gift. An eternal life. It means ‘Immortality’ What does that mean? Who is the ‘chosen one’? Isn’t she the chosen one? That’s why she became a goddess, isn’t it? I’m really confused.

He made me and now he would suffer like I do daily. None of these daggers worked on me I've tried. I am the definition of Immortal. An abomination. This realm would burn after I made everyone who wronged me suffer and noone would be able to stop me. Before I teleported I looked at the Goddesses who were left and with a snap of my finger. Pain. That's all they would feel for an eternity.

“You’re immortal?” “No.” Darby raises her hand, covering her mouth while she yawns. “I beg your pardon. The Horned God, Arianrhod, the Mother Goddess—they aren’t immortal. They’re… eternally young. They can be killed. Or die from an injury. Just like you or me.” I’m still struggling to process that my mate is a demigoddess. Unable to help myself, I glance down the length of her youthful flawless body slowly. Holy shit! She’s kinda a schnack! She looks like a raw sausage somebody squeezed in the middle.

Serena fell silent. “Serena, can you hear my voice? Serena, you are safe. Remember, nothing can harm you as you relive these memories.” Serena abruptly started talking again. “I will not, cannot give you my gift of regeneration.” She paused, as though listening to someone else speak. “I am Sirona, Goddess of Healing, I cannot die. I am immortal.” Another pause. “I choose death, and when my soul returns, I shall have my life renewed while yours rots in the ground with maggots feasting on your flesh! Ahh!”