Immortal King Novels & Stories

Sebastian, who paid no heed to their repetitive greetings, in which he's started to get annoyed, sat on the seat prepared for him. “TALK,” he ordered in his monotone voice. The three elders stared at each other, after what happened to Lorenzo, the other two were hesitant to even start a discussion. “My lord,” Landro, one of the elders and the head of the Lachouves started, “The beast tribe usurped the cities outside the empire. Time is running, and the king has not been born yet.” Sebastian sneered, “And so?” “We beg you to let Claudia conceive your child.”

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

"Let me be clear, Violetta. You're nothing but my whore, for me to do as I deem fit with. If you truly wish to kill me, then I advise you get pregnant with my pulp, for that is the only way to break this curse, to ensure my death." "You have a lot to learn. I'm called the cursed king because I cannot die. I'm immortal, not unless I have an heir. I suggest you subject yourself to reading instead of making useless threats." "Have me. Don't have me. If you don't grow my seed in the next three full moons, I'll behead you myself and leave the birds to feed on you." Gohan's rough voice rumbled. "Do not think I will not. A warm hole for my cock will always be a warm hole. Your cunt isn't special."

“Girl, you dropped a bombshell. What did you expect her to do, offer you tea and a crown? You literally told her you’re into the most powerful, most dangerous man in the realm. The king! A ruthless immortal widower who’s over a thousand years old.” I rolled my eyes, “Please. If not for immortality, he’d be dust by now. But look at him, still walking around like a twenty-year-old Greek god. That jawline? That voice? That power? I mean… he’s the whole damn package.” “And his son is your age mate.” Lara deadpanned. “Exactly. So why settle for a prince when I can be queen?” I said with a satisfied smirk. “I deserve the throne. I deserve the title. And honestly, he’s more interesting than any of

Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it. He stood in the snow, head shaking in slight disbelief. How could such a heavenly smell be coming from such a place? Did he dare enter that place of temptation? He may have been immortal but he was certainly not immune to the…bodily pleasures a woman could provide. He was no monk. It had been many years since he had sought out physical pleasure. It had never ended well for either party involved. It was not worth the risk of loosing control and murdering the unfortunate girl that had found her way into this bed. That had happened more than he cared to admit.

Agent screamed, his voice echoing through the hallway, shaking the entire building. He wanted to scream more. He could now see what healing him had cost King. The idiot tom had given his last life to keep Agent alive. He'd given up everything for a broken excuse of a no-fur whom he would never see again. Because, as an immortal, Tricksy knew what happened to a god who died. There would be no afterlife reunion. No chance to box him about his stupid ears. King would be thrown into reincarnation immediately, all of his soul memories buried and inaccessible. He would not know Tricksy or his mortal shell of Agent if he ever saw them again.

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

“How then do you intend to rule forever if you have no successors to continue your name?” Nikjin grinned widely, looking very impressed with himself. “Only people who die need successors, not me. I am immortal.”

The meaning of immortal is the fresh body of a long-lived or immortal being. "Do your job!" The Dark King stood up from his throne and ordered his subordinates. "Ready!" They answered in unison and the Dark Lord immediately disappeared after receiving the answer. "Listen!" shouted the girl who was one of the Dark Lord's underlings to their troops. "All of you are now under the leadership of the Dark King! No matter whose bloodline, he wants to resurrect the Queen," he said. The demons and undead remained silent as the Dark King's underlings made their speech.