Immortal Me And Eldritch Wife Novels & Stories

"When I love someone, I give everything. If she doesn't deserve it, I'll let go. "Elara, you probably won't believe this, but I lived an entire lifetime in a dream. We both died alone. When I woke up, all I wanted was for us to live and stay together." I took her hand, my sweaty palm trembling against hers. She stared at me like she couldn't quite believe it. "Are you sure you want to marry me?" I took out the ring I'd brought and slid it onto her ring finger. "Yes. We're walking the same road. We should walk it side by side. Promise me you won't give up on the surgery tomorrow, okay?"

he said and snapped his fingers " ok what?" in a millisecond I am back in the room I woke up before and I am all alone " fucking bloody duck, was it illusion or a dream just now " no my lips are swollen and I could still smell the fishy smell in my mouth " it's not a dream, not a book and it's raining husband here. please don't let another husband pop up in my life" i smack my head, nothing is making sense " I am in somebody else's body for real and I am a strange ancient queen who is fucking three husbands everyday! Great just great"

Damien's face lit up with joy upon hearing this, “I knew it! I was the one who claimed her first. We’re in love! You never meant anything to her, you bastard!” I played along with whatever he said, “Mr. Rockwell, I have always been incompatible with her. Now that we're divorced, nothing is stopping you two from being together anymore.” His eyes lit up. “Really? She said she wants to marry me? Is that true?” “That's right, she’s already planning to marry you.” The glow in his eyes only sparkled for a moment before fading. He suddenly glared at me again. “You're lying to me! You’re just trying to trick me! If she’s planning to marry me, why wouldn’t she come to see me?

And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death. In her bid for revenge, Isolde inadvertently stumbled upon the secret of immortality. As she delved deeper into dark magic, she discovered a ritual that granted her eternal life, allowing her to witness the repercussions of her curse for generations to come. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of the realm's inhabitants, creating a legend that would be passed down through generations – the legend of the immortal witch who sought vengeance against the lycans.

A chill crept down her spine, and her fingers clenched unconsciously, trembling slightly at the tips. She had almost grown accustomed to being Livia—accustomed to everything around her, to her role as Marcellus’ wife, to being the object of Elias’ affection, to being the key figure entangled in the Holy Grail’s secret. Yet now, hearing Marcellus pierce through her pretense so directly, she suddenly realized—she had sunk too deep into this web of secrets and emotions.

Sarah said to Lucy. "So, if I understand well, you are planning to sacrifice your happiness because of your companies. I hope you know that marriage is a one-time thing." Lucy asked Sarah. "Well, to me, it's not; I have been inside before, and here I am outside of it. So if I get in once again and I don't find my happiness inside, I will gently come out, and that will be the last time I will enter inside," Sarah said to Lucy.

Gabriella had been wanting to talk to Melody all evening when, finally, Melody gripped her arm and pulled her to one side. “I guess, I have some explaining to do?” Melody looked amused as she tilted her head to one side and Gabriella nodded profusely. Venus joined them and Melody finally got to tell her last secret to her two dearests of friends. She was an immortal witch. Something that not everyone around there could be. The moment she and Matthew were officially mated, he received the same immortality that she did.

“Do you think you can hold your end of the bargain that long?” “Not like you can break off the contract after you have agreed to tether your soul to me.” It smirks. She simply pursed her lips. “I can wait,” she muttered monotonously. “You just have to ensure I live that long then there's no problem.” “Ah, that won't be hard,” the entity’s voice was playful, almost close to mocking. “Your reckless husband managed to succeed on one thing.” “Before he was interrupted, the ritual at least made you immortal because he prioritized saving your life first. Unfortunately, it wasn't completed so your child and him didn't receive the same salvation.”

“It’s killing him, but he’s fighting it.” “A strong one.” I smiled. “I think he’s found his mate in a witch with vampire blood.” “I do so love a good underdog couple…” She sighed. “The Heart of Dracula is a stone that’s said to grant immortality and power.” I narrowed my eyes. “Said to?” “That’s the myth.” “Are you violating husband-wife rules by telling me?” “If it will keep my cousin alive, no.” I frowned. “Your cousin?” “Well… more like brother-in-law.”

“I need that time to prepare it properly. And… I assume you brought something for payment?” “Yes… Will five gold bars be enough?” “It is always better to have more than less. I will simply increase the amount of medicine your wife can use until the day she gives birth.” “Thank you very much,” I said formally, bowing my head with controlled respect. “But it is unusual, because this is the first time I have seen an immortal personally come all the way here to search for medicine for his wife. The fates of humans rarely turn out well when they become involved with immortals... Their lives become nothing but suffering. Especially the hybrids born from such… mistakes—”