Immortal Hearts Novels & Stories

"Tomorrow I will burn. And I will do it with a smile on my face, knowing that one day the uncrowned king of prophecy will return. And when he comes, he will bring an end to the wickedness that riddles the land, and free us from our bondage. He will bring darkness upon us and the witnesses shall rejoice to see his glory. And you will know that he is the Immortal." Sethlzaar caught sight of a whisper of smoke spill from the iron where it scraped against her neck. It was faint and thin. He blinked once, and it was gone, like a child's imagination. But what did he know? He was only a child trying to convince an adult. He sighed. "Do you have anything you would like anyone to know?" he asked. "A

"I'll see you in my office later." With that, he turned and vanished, leaving Noah standing in that vacant room, the beat of her heart going wild in her chest. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady herself, but the encounter had left her shaken. The thought that she was embroiled in some kind of dangerous game, that had Noah in its midst-a game whose rules were ever-changing, whose stakes were well beyond anything she could have imagined-wouldn't leave her head. And right at the heart of this game was Damien, with his inscrutable eyes and words as sharp as whips.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

AMORA Nerves were killing me I could actually hear my heart beat from my chest. What the fuck was I doing? Why did I agree to this? God couldn't I tell Tyra that I already had plans when the internship ends. But then again I'd be having nothing and totally wind up homeless... "Please breathe.. I don't want you dying in my office." Tyra said walking in and I sighed, "like can't they do this Skype thing when I'm in bed wearing my PJs and definitely NOT today."

I said happily. "By the way, I wanna know what is beauty in immortality?" I asked. "It's beauty where love never fades, it becomes infinite. But we live in this cruel world where everything has an end, and love is temporary," Maximus answered. "But love can be immortal, even if we die love will remain in our hearts as we go to the afterlife," Freeda said as he look at the Alpha's red eyes...I looked at Maximus. I can’t explain how I feel. Suddenly our faces came closer, my heart was beating fast.

But he got over himself soon enough. "It's her..." He told me, nodding towards Lilian's massive beast. "She is supposed to be our nemesis like she is Daemon's nemesis." That couldn't be right... or even possible. Vampires didn't have nemesis. The only way we could be dead was if our hearts were ripped out from our chest, and that was for the normal vampires. Vampires like Wilder had solidified hearts. He could still live without his heart, meaning he was also as immortal as I was. There was no way Lilian could harm him. But... The seriousness in his voice made me think differently.

I mean, if I was able to protect her, she would've stayed alive. The truth is that I was never someone to rely on, and she was cursed by having me as a mate. Though my wolf wants to kill her, I wasn't sharing the same feeling like him. Instead, I want to die. I don't see a reason to live, and I can't kill myself since I was immortal. I've even pulled my heart out of my body, which supposes to end my life. Still, I grow to have another heart in a while. All that happens to me was to blackout for a while.

He froze, realising what he just did and waiting for his heart to stop or some other consequence. Their eyes met and hers widened with shock. She tried to rip her arm from his but he gripped it hard and slowly peeled up her sleeve, revealing her pale skin underneath. "Don't." She whispered, her entire body shuddering but he did. He touched her bare hand and she searched his face, desperately looking for signs of his death. "There are only five hallowed weapons that can kill a true immortal, Nehemey. You can never kill me with your touch." He told her.