Immortal Hearts の小説・ストーリー

"Then keep listening. It only beats this fast when I'm next to you." Elena closed her eyes, letting her senses fill completely with the scent of rain, vanilla, and Maya's pure vitality. For seventy years, Elena had looked at her immortality as a curse—a never-ending cycle of hiding, loneliness, and running from the light. But lying here in the quiet dark, wrapped in the arms of the woman she loved, eternity didn't feel like a prison anymore. It felt like a promise. They stayed locked in that quiet, breathless embrace for hours, a mortal and an immortal sharing a fragile pocket of peace before the storm of the final battle arrived.

I didn’t even use magic either. Arthur then claimed they didn’t want to see me hurt, but I am immortal. I-m-m-o-r-t-a-l. I cannot die, even if I wanted to. They saw me get struck in the chest by one of Paul’s guards’ arrows, and how I managed to live to the next day even though my heart was punctured. I could’ve been an immortal soldier. I could’ve ended the entire war before it even started, and only two lives would be lost in the process. Paul’s and Zephyr’s.

I tell her and she pulls me into a big hug and then pulls away and says, “Shit they are going to kill each other.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. We both began to race through the sand to the sidewalk and then it happened. A large black van stopped in our path and four large men with masks on jumped out of the van and grabbed us. Emily and I tried fighting them off but they were too strong as they threw us in the back of the van and shut the door. Emily moved to me wrapping her arms around me like she was protecting me from them. “Leave her out of this. She isn’t one of us.” Emily said to the men and I realized that the men that took us were immortals just like herself and now me

If he dared to say ‘yes’, he would surely be torn apart by Andrius. “No, no, no...” The Sentinel shook his head rapidly and said, “No, she’s not dead yet. The Immortal Lord said he wanted her to endure the pain of ten thousand hearts devouring hers and give her a fate worse than death...” As he spoke, his voice grew weaker and softer as he lowered his head. He could feel Andrius’ chilling aura, the killing intent almost tangible. “The beasts’ den... The pain of her heart being devoured...”

Kira raises both hands, trying to soothe me even though she's moving fast. "Dani, listen. Listen to me, this isn't the first time he's…um...flatlined." My brain scrambles to remember the one time I heard him telling me he flatlined so many times from the pain of the Hollow. I didn't think he'd meant it literally. "What?" I whisper. "What do you...what do you—" "He's immortal," Kira says breathlessly, lowering him carefully out of my arms and onto the floor. "His heart and core shut down when he's overloaded. He always wakes up. We just need to let his system reboot."

The risk of killing a path out of thousands of zombies was naturally great. "The immortal spirit is the platform, and the flesh and blood are the ranks. They just fell on their own way." Flame Gordon knew Caspian's mood, so he came over to comfort him. "There is no other way." Emmett Breathnach also said at this moment, "In the future, if we have the chance to break through the peak of the Amethyst Palace Realmand ascend to the Immortal Body position, a closed-door meditation will take a hundred years.

That's slander already if that's not the truth. "Flutter? I may have...but that's because I have this aura that can make everyone comfortable and gain empathy. They usually mistook it as love or desire or compassion. He did flutter before but because of my aura. He got used to it as soon as he was with the queen. So to make it simple, a person who already has a loved one dearly will not be fully conquered." Erenea explained to us that she seemed proud. I was amazed at what he said about his ability. That's very rare for an immortal. Usually, immortals have no ability aside from being immortal and don't age.

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

The sound came first—a low hum that vibrated through the air, deep enough to make the ground tremble beneath their feet. Adrian felt it in his bones before he heard it. It wasn’t mechanical, not exactly. It was alive, layered with tones that seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. Around the plaza, the survivors stirred, their murmurs rising in confusion and awe. Lena looked up toward the skyline, her eyes wide. “It’s the Heart,” she whispered. The light in the towers began to shift, flickering from gold to silver, then to a pale blue that bathed the city in a surreal glow. For a moment, every glass surface reflected the same image—fragments of faces, memories, moments from people long

He promised me. He knows it, maybe he's one of the former humans, not a descendant. "Are you one of the people the king of Valeria took from outside Wysteria?" I asked him but I could already see his answer. "You're right. I'm one of the original humans and became immortal by drinking the King's blood. But that was a long time ago, the originals are no different from those born here." He answered me. I nodded in agreement. "You're right, except for the immortals born here," I answered him.