Immortal Manga Novels & Stories

Severin closed his eyes shut as he carefully appreciated the knowledge entering his consciousness. The Wood Emperor Immortal Art was an extraordinary technique that rivaled even the old wacko's Supreme Oneness Scripture. Both pathways allowed one to become a true immortal, but the Wood Emperor Immortal Art possessed one unique aspect—it had a profound emphasis on harnessing fundamental mana, molding one's very being through the laws of creation.

“I am sure you are smart enough to know that everything cannot work out as easily as you have just described. There’s also the issue of Nikjin being immortal. Did you forget about that?” Zokman threw back his bald head and laughed like a maniac. He laughed so hard that he held his sides as if his laughter was causing him pain too. “Why are you laughing? Did I say something funny?” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and looked at her. “Is that what he told you? That he is immortal?” “Yes. Is he not?” “No, my dear Luna. Nikjin is as mortal as the rest of us.” “But – “

Ding Hao was shocked. This sentence shocked Ding Hao more than all the other words Ding Honglei had spoken before combined. It not only meant that there was another world beyond the Land of Infinity, but also that the world was the so-called immortal land. It could be imagined how incredible it would be if the immortal land existed. Could people become immortal as long as they opened the gate to the immortal land? If that was the case, countless people would make every effort to fight over it, even those superior god-level masters would be tempted. Therefore, they would perhaps fight against each other for it, and no wonder there was such an astonishing battle at the Green Wood Cliff.

Especially when her pride was still stinging after being knocked out by this witch at the Royal Ball. “It seems like she is young. From the looks of the time she's taking to heal, the healer doubts that maybe she might haven’t frozen in her immortality yet.” At Mercy's answer, Vladimir rolled his eyes in disbelief. Immortals were extremely vulnerable before they froze into their immortality because they can be killed by fatal injuries in their early years. Most immortals froze into their immortality in their early or late twenties. Esmeray can’t be that young. She spoke and fought with such fearlessness and confidence that only came with age.

Yeah, exactly… they should never hold me accountable for what happened…' 'Wait! That guy didn't die even after I cut off his head… is this some kind of skill… Can all of them do that? Shit! What if they can?' 'Holy crap… is that why they call themselves Immortal Crawlers? Are they really Immortal? And if that's the case, can they come back to life…’ 'Is it even possible for humans to cheat death? Or are they not humans in the first place… but something far from it?'

Imara sat on the edge of the garden pool with her feet in the water. Her lips were swollen and chapped from the unending stream of tears. She inhaled deeply and smiled as the warm wind blew through her hair and eased the ache in her heart for just a second. Dying isn’t what you think it is. For supernaturals, death is a rebirth. Whether it’s on Earth or in the Realm, life goes on. When Imara died, her soul tried to enter the Realm only to be ripped out of its warm embrace by the cold, evil hands of the curse. Knowing what awaits her there made the cruel reality she was living in all that much worse.

What kind of power did my blood hold that he was really going to go this far for it? "My blood....what kind of power does my blood hold that you are willing to go this far for it?" I asked him He smiled at me. "Well, if I want to tell you this, I will need to explain a lot to you," Mason said. "You know, there has always been rumors of an immortality emblem that only appears when the blood of the chosen one is spilled. I always thought that this was just a legend and that there was no way that's something like an immortality emblem existed. How could something that could keep someone alive forever really exist? That was until I stumbled into some old people who confirm the news for me. They

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

He's an Earth immortal afterall. I went to the bathroom and sat in the water. I steamed it with my power and started thinking. Is it really an infatuation? What if Ella sacrifices herself just like Aster did? What would happen when she finds out she's our Target? What if....? I kept rummaging my brain for an answer but couldn't find one. Suddenly, I felt a chilling breeze and the water froze instantly. I was caught in the middle of the ice as shackles covered my legs.

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.