Novel & Cerita Immortal Hearts

"Heartless Palace!" The name shook everyone's hearts. The unique Illusive-Immortal Incense from Heartless Palace was different from an ordinary Illusive-Immortal Incense. Once you inhaled it, you would not be able to exert your True Energy for several hours, no matter how highly cultivated you were.

Immortal Heart is the ability to continuously absorb the primordial energy during a battle and convert it into Genuine Vitality for Zephyr Khan. In this way! Although Zephyr Khan was constantly fighting, he had enough strength to always replenish himself. Even now, Zephyr Khan had been fighting for more than a year, and he would never feel any discomfort. This! That was why Immortal Heart were so terrifying! Not only did it possess powerful healing abilities, but it could also allow one to become a battle maniac that would never run out of energy! And then! Zephyr Khan killed the enemy directly and came to the 25th round of the assessment.

I reached for it knowing that if it didn't work the recoil could very well send me hurtling over the edge of the elimination platform, which is where I'd lured the idiot. But it was a risk I was willing to take. Besides, she was standing between me and the platform so she'd most likely be the one going over the edge first. As I raised my arm to slam the sphere into the invisible shield there was another shift in the air. This time everything became static and even the trees seemed to come alive. The mirage I'd created disappeared and suddenly we were standing in the place where no one ever ventured unless they were coming here to die. It's the only place where an immortal can truly die. Some

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

"Kid, who's the earthbound immortal outside?" Chad quickly replied, "It's Hansen Kara from Karamon." Meran looked puzzled and asked, "What's he here for?" Chad hurriedly explained, "Someone named Landry Wilt wants to use a Dead Man's Piece in exchange for the opportunity to become an immortal ghost!" Meran got up when he heard that. His deep red robes fluttered, and the sinister aura of his body was terrifying. "A Dead Man's Piece is like a badge of the underworld! He has worn it for two years and has less than a hundred days left to live—"

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

One of them decide to rush toward Bianca with rage in his eyes, but before it could reach her someone blocked it. The guy was over 6 feet, dark brown hair and his eyes were so dark that they were black as the night sky. He wore a black sweater and black jeans. When I got a better look at him, I noticed that his left hand was soaked with blood, and that he was holding something that was moving. When I looked harder that's when I noticed that it was a heart, and not just any heart it was the heart of the creature lying at his feet. He looks down to the demon and growled with such angry, as the rest of them ran away in fear. He than turns to us, kneels in front of us as his right hand goes towa

Either for war, treatment, or something else, but what they install in the underground is mostly their war equipment. Besides the underground looks, so beautiful even the ground they are matching is made of gold. "Jesse, pick up that red portion" Stella ordered the worker. "Yes ma" the worker answered as she run to the glass and press some code and the glass opened as she pick up the portion. "Boss, what's that use for?" Switzer asked. "It is actually for treatment, it it's for Mikel, the work is to wash away bad blood..." "That doesn't match the body" Stella answers.

What the…? She forced them out. “Sorry, everyone! Room's full!” someone announced. They expelled from the throng like vomit, with a gasp like they had been submerged underwater. Selena bent over panting, a hand to chest. “This way,” Clara could barely catch her breath. Selena's voice was soft and spent. “What game are we playing anyway” “The best…The Wolf's Game” Clara's eyes shone. “Trust me you'll love it. And a little something for a first time party popper like you” she nudged her elbow.

He lived in a world filled with black and white, without a simple colour that seemed to be calling out to him. It is unbelievable that he is able to show those emotions, that is to show happiness and love once again. The cold, selfless, strong, fearless Prince of the vampires. I remember the day he was transformed into what he is now. I could see him living in quarantine, demolishing all kinds of hindrances in his way. He did not care for humans or his own but deep down everyone could see he was in pain. It was visible to the caring eye that he was a master of loneliness. He relied on driving everyone away but when he met Lara he seemed to have found the other part of his soul. He was happy,