Immortal God Novels & Stories

My adopted mom’s parents had both died before she’d adopted me, so grandparents in general were a new thing. I walked back out into the living room and crawled under the blanket Zander was less than happy about. “Zander, is Loki-?” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence. I’d been raised a Christian, raised to believe there was only one God. “One of the oldest and most powerful immortals in existence? Yes. A God? Not that I am aware. A long time ago, the immortals that are written about as Gods let themselves be worshiped by humans as Gods. The longer they lived, the more powerful they became. They reproduced with humans, weakening their lines and creating new immortal breeds,” Zander

Seraphine whispered, her voice trembling against the roar of chaos. The immortal’s gaze was steady, unshakable. “Then we will surpass it. Together.” He released a pulse of energy, silver and gold threads weaving outward, striking the monstrous armies with precision born from their shared bond. Seraphine matched it, her hands glowing, shaping the chaotic magic into protective shields and offensive arcs of light. Every movement they made was synchronized, every strike an echo of their trust, their love. The First Immortal hovered above, his immense form radiating power that could collapse entire dimensions. “You think your love can stop me?” he roared, unleashing a torrent of energy that bent

His eyes far away as though he’s remembering the event, like it was yesterday. “Gods can die?” I ask in disbelief. I’d believed them to be eternal. Immortal. “Yes child. Not much can harm us. For the most part, we are immortal. But we are primitive beings and we like power. We created our own weapons. Only a weapon of the Gods can kill Gods. When we die our physical body perishes, but our soul lingers on. We can if we choose, bond our soul to that of a mortal being. As Cora has with you.” He explains, as though he’s teaching, and I’m his student.

"You weren't able to harm me, not that you'd want to. The god came to you, delighted with the entertainment you provided him. He granted you the gift of powers, a mark on your skin and the ability to change more people into creatures like you. You changed hundreds of thousands of men and woman and created and empire of your own. You could never change me though. I was stuck as a mortal. Upon the gods next visit. You asked him to allow my change, as I was growing old and weak. The god refused and told us that the cost of your life would be my life. You were immortal but you'd watch me die." He places a soft kiss on my lips then stokes my face "After I died. You destroyed everything, many a ci

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

Let the smaller pains scream while we focused only on stopping the ones that could kill us. And even then… He pressed harder. “You can’t defeat an Immortal! I am the new god of this land. And for daring to wound me, I’ll make you an example!” Dominic laughed. “You’ll be a bedtime story. The one where the idiot god bled out, dying at the hands of mortals.” Varen’s lip curled. I shot a blast of pure energy that singed half his face. “You talk too much for a god.” “Are you both so eager to die?!”

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.

“She told me to keep it a secret, even from you. I am still not sure what it is.” His brow wrinkles. “Okay.” “That’s it?” “Yes,” he replies. “That’s it. Do you know what it does?” “No,” I admit. “But Evanora spoke to it as if it was alive. She said once she had it, she could rule the two realms.” “It houses a God that can make a person immortal,” he tells me. “That’s weird. Aren’t we immortal anyway? Why would we need this?” “There is a difference between immortal and a never-ending life. We can be killed, but with this necklace, I think you can’t be harmed,” he continues.

I knew lots of immortals had served in wars. There have always been a few humans who knew about us and were willing to make use of our special abilities. Most immortals were given special assignments rather than serving in the trenches since they couldn't afford to have humans see them regenerate if they were wounded. I was absolutely sure some of those "special assignments" had been pretty horrible. I picked up his hand and kissed it then changed the subject. "Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?"

I'm not interested in that but I just asked. Grandfather shook his head. "The king does not age even in the mortal world he will live forever. But we who became immortal because of his blood cannot do that." He answered me. I blinked. Does that mean I will get old when I return to the Philippines? Probably, I was immortal, but that was because of Elijah's blood. I was turned into a human after rebirth but I reversed back again into being an immortal. "Grandpa, do you know that I have returned to immortality?" I asked him again. I don't know if he knows or not.