Immortal In The Magic World Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not all witches are powerful enough to be immortal or summon a demon for them to give you this, although many can use magic to keep themselves beautiful and young forever. I only knew two immortal witches because of their own power: Morgana, my main ally, and Magera, the second most powerful of the shadow ministry. Both were powerful enough to destroy the entire world if they wanted to, but Magera had not yet hunted me because magic had no effect on me, especially the kind of magic she often uses, illusion, fear, and torture.

In just an instant, all life within the sea was extinguished. The Ancestora had attained the power of a true immortal upon escaping his confinement, despite only ascending just moments ago. True immortals, beings of pure solar energy that were born from the void, could peer into the river of time and use the rules of heaven and earth to fortify themselves. Even a mere drop of their blood could remain undestroyed for epochs. Their slightest emotions could cause the heavens and earth to shift hues and induce a myriad of visions.

"Hmm, in the first month, I created the dark forest. I built my office there and studied my spells until I felt lonely. In the second month, I created pishnies. I gave them affectionate and frisky characteristics. In the third month, I created the portals on the earth into my world including the huge statues outside Asfara. In the fourth month, I created the land I called Asfara—adopted from the name of my foster mother who taught me the spells of creation. I made it an abundant land. "In the fifth month, I created the colossal castle for the whole pack. In the sixth month, I created the pond. I filled it with memories that I removed from Hessuel in preparation for his return. And in the sev

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good a

” The little figure’s body froze in place then he gritted his teeth, pressing his lips tightly, angered and at the same time embarrassed by the words of the Immortal yet he chose to maintain his composure when he'd opened up his mouth. “Nothing last forever, Shelly. Don’t be deceived by all this. This, this is the very reason why I need to destroy everything in your puny world by all means. You all are overestimating every little thing you think you are.” He dropped on the ocean along with Ade. “I will make sure I, a messenger of the Supreme, breaks and crushes every little bones in your body—” The Immortal’s grapple suddenly coiled the little figure’s neck then he was dragged off from his t

"Simple, to create other beings and the first thing he created were the six gods. Ashton, the gods of dragons also known as king of fire. Asmodeus god of the demons and the king of hell, Zachary god of sorcerers. Rosalyn goddess of the vampires and known as the blood queen, and Iris goddess of the fairies. Last of course is Kamaria aka the moon goddess and my mother." Simion and I sat still for awhile processing on what she just told us. I reach over to his hand to hold it to reassure not just him but myself as well. As I touch Simion hand his first reaction was to flinch but calmed down fast when he looked at me. He held my hand tightly. "I'm sorry Skylar but if Kamaria is your mother, then

I nodded and smiled, “I know that but still, I don’t want him to make a habit out of it.” Aaron chuckled, “Never, he’s, our son! Grandson of moon goddess! Honour is in his blood.” I shook my head and kissed his cheek, “We got lucky with him, didn’t we?” Aaron tightened his hold on me, “You have no idea.” After I sort of rebirthed while giving birth to Theo, Mother came to my dream that night and informed me that I have also turned into an immortal and from now on my eyes will be violet just like my beast but this is the only life I will live on Earth, after this I am forbidden to come down.

With a dangerous smile on her lips, she answered: “To the Vacil Empire.” The man and woman together with the baby headed to their destination. As they drew closer to the borders of the empire, thunders clapped as lightning flashed, giving them a warm welcome. _ To Be Continued _ Authors’ Note: Thank you for reading Immortal Desire until the end. I hope you enjoyed it. Ps. This is my very first book so please excuse any errors you've noticed. I'm working on improving my writing. Announcement: The story continues! If you want to know what happened next… kindly wait for the upcoming fantasy series- The Fangs And Witches! New generation characters, new tales, new love~

Hit the creature from all sides. It screamed. Thrashed. Started to dissolve. To break apart. For a moment I thought I won. Thought I destroyed it. Then Morwen spoke. Words in that ancient language. The same words from the ritual. The creature solidified. Reformed. Became whole again. "I told you." Morwen walked toward me. Calm. Unhurried. "You cannot win. Cannot kill it. Cannot kill me. I have become something beyond death. Beyond mortality. I am immortal."

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”