Immortal Journey Novels & Stories

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

"Do you know what it is like being immortal? It is not the inability to die but to not feel anything. Hakja lived that kind of life and feels nothing, no greed or motivation. Even if such a threat that could destroy him appears before him, he would more likely accept it than face it. The reason he is doing this is because I asked him to at this point. The two of you are mortal but you have create bonds, relationships, attachments that you feel that are worth protecting, emotions that you've experience. We do not have that and even if we do, we forget and abandon. Immortals are the past. You are the future." Kurai looked at his hands and figured out that unlocking all seven means he might bec

Racing through the desert, back toward the hotel, I hoped and prayed that I made it back in time, because if Johan got to Marley before I could whisk her away to safety, there was going to be hell to pay. As I neared the outskirts of the city, I had to slow down, lest my speed and nature be discovered… and it was the longest fucking hour of my damned immortal life. I sped through deserted streets when I could, cutting the time in half, but in my mind, it still wasn’t quick enough. At the hotel, I moved through the lobby, ignoring every single other creature, both human and undead. Fuck the elevators. Throwing open the stairwell door, I launched up the central spiral to Marley’s floor and bur

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

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

the one on the right said. “We’re your past lives,” both of them said in unison. “My past lives—what does that mean?” Clarabelle asked. “I’m sure you thought the memories you gained when you had your first awakening were yours, but that’s a lie. Those memories were for the original immortal, Clarabeth Chronokaira. You see, all the immortals may be immune to aging, diseases, poison, and everyday mortal accidents, but they can be killed by another Immortal.

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.

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

They said it would take three years. Bu it took eight years. Eight years of equations, prototypes, failures, and cautious optimism. Eight years that — for someone who had lived through centuries — felt longer than any eternity before it. For me, immortality had always been a curse measured in heartbeats, not years. But this wait… this wait taught me something new. Hope, when stretched too long, begins to hurt. And yet, on that morning, as the alarms hummed softly through the Arcadia Complex, I realized the hurt didn’t matter anymore.