Immortal Hearts Novels & Stories

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

The heavenly heart imprint shielded him from the chaotic energies outside. After a tense journey, Severin finally laid eyes on a glimmer of light ahead. He could already sense Earth's familiar energy and could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He reflected on his narrow escape and shuddered. "The gap between a true immortal and a royal celestial is truly immense," he mused. "I would've died if I didn't have the help of the Heavenly Heart Imprints." Severin wore a bitter smile. Despite being a perfect-stage true immortal whose prowess could match that of a Celestial Lord, the palm print that had attempted to crush him stirred a primal fear within him.

Dean choked. Abram laughed, looking down at the body of the pureblood. "All we can ever do with these bastards is keep the heart separate from the body and hope no one ever puts the two back together again...and they always remember the face of the one that put them in that eternal sleep." "Great..." Dean rolled his eyes. "Now you tell me." He looked at the heart still dripping blood down his arm. "What do I do with this?" Abram pulled a walkie out of his vest and pushed the button. "All clear, we're going to need a containment box...there was an immortal down here, over." He grinned at Dean then looked down at Lachie. "You okay down there?"

Both of our eyes met his and his glee was crazed. “Yes! Did you know that the key to vampires ability of immortality actually lies within our hearts? The venom coats the inside of our hearts and it pumps through our entire body, coating everything in that venom. That’s what stops us from aging, stops us from dying. It all starts from the heart.” That same heart felt like it was sinking into the pit of my stomach. Hector’s grip on me tighter and I felt the slight shake in his grasp.

Herculia asked. “Who is the next Immortal on our list?” Nicole asked. “Let's see, we’re supposed to find Avia Ignius, the Immortal of Phoenix Magic; Episteme Psyches, the Immortal of knowledge; and Edith Anima, the Immortal of life and light. The moon goddess said these Immortals are easy to find, and we don't really need to do anything. We could just give Daniela a phone call and wait for the other two to cross paths with us,” Mary replied.

"Immortal blood is powerful and unpredictable. Think of it as an upgrade times 10000. On one hand, good or evil, it will turn out bad. That is why opening the realm of Cure is difficult to do since the only way you can get an immortal is to hunt them down in their own realm. But it would take a lot to do that." I turned back to look at myself as she approached closer and closer to the bridge. Since I was practically a ghost, people passed through me. Though it felt strange, I wasn't too bothered. That was until this one person passed through me. At the sight of his frame go through me, my heart to ached.

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

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.