Immortal In The Magic World Novels & Stories

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

I thought he was obsessed with her that was why he tried to mark her forcibly. "You don't know", Vienna said. "But Fiama has a boon that's only helpful to her mate, not to her" I couldn't understand what they were saying. "What?", I exclaimed. "You're immortal now, Jay", Vienna's words almost forced my jaw to drop in distrust. Immortal? How could I be immortal? "Immortal? How?", I exclaimed. "The one who would mark Fiama the very first time would be immortal. That was her boon. And also, only she could kill that person. Now, at this moment, there's no one who exists on this earth who can kill you, Jay. But she can"

Instead, he ever wished for was the great expansion of the Sect and its influence. The Great Immortal dove into the midst of the slaughter and partially turned the tables through sheer will. Evading one magic bolt after another with the agility and grace of a panther, he swiftly struck down a handful of mages, all of them of the Nascent Soul Realm, and forced back Xiaoyue and the others.

"Are you sure? Miss Avangelina deserves a parting and a beautiful one at that. The coven just wishes to say goodbye. You should too sir." "No!" I took a step back. I knew he was in pain but that was only going to make him unstable. I put my hands up in defense but I would only block. I refused to hurt my superiores, my higher up. "There's a spell. It's a very old and powerful spell. It can make the mortal immortal and it can bring the deceased back to life." My eyes widened again. I have never heard of such a spell. "Sir," I said uncertain. Maybe he was going insane. "Maybe you should lie down while the coven arranges her parting."

(I circle them with the incense) Grant them access to your throne Let them reign with you till ages past To you oh queen of blood!... Let your light absolve their dark. Make them faithful to thee alone. Forever they shall remain in this brotherhood. I touched them with the owls and immediately thick groans filled the air. They coughed and changed as the Immortality filled their soul. "The rebirth of immortals…"

"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

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

"What do you mean Grandpa? What changed?" Grandfather sighed. "The mortal world right now is voided with any magical powers. It's the balance of nature. So immortals like us live in a world that mortals can't just enter. If people like me use power outside, that will create a butterfly effect. Supernatural events will start to crawl into mankind and it will be the start of the apocalypse. That is the reason why we are here in Wysteria and why it is not visible on any map. We are here to balance the world."

Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page. She saw that it was blank and she took a quick glance at Mr. Evans before standing upright. She muttered something which was no doubt a spell and she placed her hand on the book. When she took her hand off, she saw a drop of red ink which started to form into words and she read, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make atonement on the land of ashes.”