Immortal King Novels & Stories

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

I started. "As you all know, voting for Homecoming King & Queen are Thursday 'till five on room 222. The nomenies are... For Queen, Mckenzie Gordon, Britney Williams, Tiffany Davis, Hanna Smith and Ziigwan Woods. For King, Cole Cook, Hunter Moore, John Brown, Logan Miller and King ThunderBird..." I couldn't help it I stared at King for five seconds he was watching me and whisper "Go on Ogimaakwe. Don't be wierd." No one heard. too much cheering inside the Cafeteria.

she says with not an ounce of sincerity. I don’t deign to even glare at her as I pick up the rest of the stems and return to the mop that I thankfully haven’t put away yet. For some reason, Sophia still doesn’t leave as I mop up her mess. “I don’t understand what makes you so special,” Sophia muses. “It’s clear that King Alexander values his fated mate the most. Those who have gotten too close to her graveyard in the past have always been expelled.” I keep my expression neutral as Sophia reveals valuable information: Emily was the king’s fated mate.

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

If she can gather her Power. A strong body leaned on her. Ira screamed, expecting pain, but Vragenn only raised himself on his elbows and looked into the emerald eyes. “I will prove it to you,” the king repeated, showering her neck with kisses. Ira looked at the ceiling in amazement. Tristan was alive, and that's the main thing. She will find a way to deal with this monster. She…

Erik was now one of my captains. “We need to remain calm. They haven’t found bodies.” Yet. Erina. I no longer felt the soulmate connection to her, but it didn’t mean that I felt nothing. What happened between us remained. “Do you think the king has been taken?” an elder asked. Elder Muller shook his head. “If someone did, they made no demands.” “But the king is immortal. Right?” a captain offered, and a murmur of agreement went around the table. “Nothing could touch him.”

🗽🗽Kingdom Of Persia🗽🗽 Persia was one of the Kingdoms in Planet Kepler out of numerous. The Kingdom was known for it strength in time of war and no Tribe or Kingdom dared wage war against them. The fear of the Immortal King was enough to drive enemies into disarray. But there in the Kingdom was the Son of the King, Nicklaus, The one an only Arrogant and Crazy being in the Royal family. He was also immortal like his father which gave him the guts to do whatever he wanted, take whatever he wants and no one question him.

The Immortal’s eyes gleamed with sympathy beholding the young queen’s exhaustion, his gaze filled with deep understanding of the weight she bore. “Protector,” The hunched-back Immortal spoke in low, rumbling voice, Wren stared with her face swelling and discolored. “Have you had a bubble bath before?” “Uh…” The young queen snickered in pains at the Immortal’s joke then she steeled herself, her determination evident in her unwavering gaze. “I was born for this,” she declared, her voice firm and resolute showing no fear or resentment towards all that happened to her so far.

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 and not for the bad. I also believed that you would use your best judgement to use the

"Yeah, anyway, on the planet where I was raised, there was this particular legend, that when the universal empire of the originals fell and they were wiped from the cosmos, they had a secret plan to bring themselves back, they left these heirs among the lower races, granting them the power to command origins." "Okay," Nya nodded. So there were also legends about the Regis? "Well, there’s strong evidence that these 'heirs' actually exist, and that they possess capabilities beyond adepts and phantasms," Terror explained, “and a whole cabal of them control Hyperion from the shadows,” "Are you getting to anything resembling point soon?" Nya asked impatiently "Suppose you were a handsome, dashing