Immortal Life In Another World Novels & Stories

Between them hovered the Matriarch’s soul—ancient, glowing, pulsing with centuries of stolen life. “Choose,” her voice echoed from everywhere. “One soul takes my immortality and my burden. The other returns to the mortal world with the child. The swap is permanent. The timeline will balance.” Alex looked at Damian across the void. “I won’t choose,” he said. “I refuse the swap.” Damian’s eyes burned with the same refusal. “We already broke every forced balance the universe tried to impose on us. We’re not starting now.” The Matriarch’s soul laughed cold, echoing.

I suddenly wondered how far that ability could carry him. How many things can he do? “Can you take the face of others?” “No.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that. There are rules. A balance to everything.” I silently slumped down to sit on the foot of the bed. Willing to hear him out. “We’re far outnumbered and every year more of us die.” “I thought you were immortal?” “Immortal in the sense that we do not age, don’t catch disease. We don’t die as other things do.” He paused as he studied a particular crevice on the bit of wood. “But we can still be murdered in the ways anyone can be.”

The witches behind Seraphine gasped. Rowan stared at him. “You’re telling me they plan to destroy the universe?” The First Immortal corrected him. “They plan to remake it.” Seraphine felt anger rising inside her. “And you’re just waiting for that?” The First Immortal looked almost offended. “Of course not.” He gestured toward her and the immortal. “That’s why you exist.” Seraphine’s eyes narrowed. “You keep saying that.” “Yes.” His voice softened slightly. “You are the anomaly.” “An unpredictable force.”

“Immortality is far from the blessing you humans and wolves imagine it to be.” I tilt my head, genuinely curious. “Why not? If I were immortal, I’d do everything—travel the world incessantly, learn every language, master every science, eat every kind of food imaginable—” “—and never feel the genuine warmth of the sun again,” he cuts in gently, his eyes distant. “Never feel natural heat. You would watch every single person you ever loved grow old, wither, and die while you stay exactly the same age, exactly the same person. Immortality is watching an endless series of goodbyes.”

"It’s not just taking the serum. It’s taking the oxygen. Look at the birds." Maya looked up. Hundreds of seagulls were falling from the sky, their wings going limp as the air itself was stripped of its life-sustaining properties. "The Heiress doesn't want to live on Earth," Maya realized as a cold dread settled in her gut. "She wants to turn the Earth into a vacuum. A perfect, silent vacuum where only code can survive." Suddenly, the burner phone in Maya’s lap pinged. A video file.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

Ancients send their own people to 'nudge' the civilization in the right direction, the direction decided for them by the Ancients. World leaders, artists, people in different levels of power, all of them are sent to these worlds by the Ancients, to slowly get you ready for the end. For example, almost all of the monsters and demons that were portrayed in your "movies" are actual creatures and races found everywhere in the universe. The myths and legends foretold in your stories and scriptures are all real as well. Everything that you saw and experienced in your old world was chosen by the Ancients. Even clothing, languages etc were all picked out for you," she said with a serious face. She

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

he replied to me. "Don't you have any other medicine for infections like this?" I asked him again. I know there isn't, but there might be. The nurse shook her head. "If an immortal gets sick or injured, it will be easy to heal. But like this, it is difficult, especially because the cause of their injury is unusual. Only the seed of life can save them, but the seed is limited so it cannot be just use it," he answered me and I didn't know what to think.

The mortal days that had passed after Amalthea was sure she was carrying a new life form inside of her went by as if they were running away from an invisible force that was after them, but they meant so many things to everyone alive in that period of time and witnessing the life-changing events that were taking place left and right. Both the mortal and the immortal world were never going to be the same after. And it was all too fast, two mortal months had gone by after the destruction of that weapon in a blink of an eye.