Immortal Me And Eldritch Wife Novels & Stories

With a flick of his hand, he dismissed them. Now alone, that wave of nostalgia he had been battling with returned with more force than before. It was as if a herd of horses were stampeding over his heart. He staggered on his feet, clinging onto the dresser just to hold himself up. Today was the day that reminded him about her. Yulia. His wife. Though the mayor all through his existence as an immortal, married as many wives as he could just to ensure their life link to the alpha wolf held as hostage in the dungeon was maintained.

A faint whisper of a scream escaped her lips, growing louder as the nightmare tightened its grip. "I can see it in your eyes," Trix croaked with mocking laughter, kicking her wavy hair back. She swiped left to a photo where there was a third person in their midst. Elsie's pupils widened upon recognition. "Aiden is fine and married now. Your son, Eldon, could not be happier. I read he wrote a song for his parents' anniversary." Crouching on her knees, Trix tossed some tissues to Elsie and said in a soothing voice, "They are fine without you. You can die now."

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—"

I shrug it off, not in the mood for his games, but he continues regardless, “I made a mistake getting Cedric to marry you to Elara. And now I wish to rectify it.” My heart races at the mention of Elara’s name. He has my attention now. “Interested now, aren’t you?” he sneers. I growl, but it only amuses him further. Eldric smirks, leaning in as he speaks, “Kill the bitch. Marry Daphne. Take Wyvern for yourself. Rule as the King Consort. Finally, it is the men that rule, huh? That’s what you want, right? A throne? There it is for your taking.”

“I tried the easy way first. I followed you here, thinking I could seduce him, let him claim me instead. But he looked at me like I was dirt under his boot. So… Plan B.” She spreads her hands, palms up, as if revealing a magic trick. “There’s an old ritual. Black as midnight, ugly as sin, but it works. Requires three sacred ingredients: the heart of the father who sired the bloodline, the skull of the mother who carried it, and—” her gaze drops deliberately to my stomach, “—the unborn child of an immortal.” My lungs seize. No. No no no no no. She sees the exact moment understanding slams into me.

"Will you come with me, Kyla? Be my mate, even though I live in the human world?" "Oh yes, yes, yes!" She threw herself into his arms and they kissed, hard and deep. "You said you know someone who can get me papers, right? I can stand beside you and be your real wife?" "Of course." False papers were a part of everyday life among immortals. One of his cousins could arrange that in a matter of hours. "Will you marry me, Kyla? As the humans do? I love you more than life." She already said yes, you brainless fur ball. Now get rid of those...defilers, and then get her some clothing.

Evangeline answered. “And I think, I’d look hot with grey hair so, I’m good with mortality.” Uriel winked at her. “Plus, you need to see me with grey hair. I mean you should see how I look in different times of my life. I’m sure you’ll fall in love once again.” “Sure, why not. After seeing you grey and old, I’ll make you immortal. Everyone’s a winner.” She smirked at him. “Any plans to start a family?” Edmond looked at Uriel.

Edith followed Seth and stood before him. "By the grace of the universe, I, Veela Edith Novakovic...claim Werewolf Alpha Seth Tinley Mckirby as my immortal mate, immortality will always be with us. May the grace be with us forever!" Edith hugged Seth's body and closed her eyes. Seth felt warmth touch his skin and saw a bluish aura emanating from Edith's body. Seth also saw a pair of golden wings emerge from Edith's back and embrace her body.

End of fucking discussion. I look around my cheery kitchen. At the life I’m systematically building for myself here, brick by agonizing brick. I hated the flat on the creaky old promenade. It was spooky, lonely, and frankly, depressing. And even though I’m alone all the time, even here, this place feels full of something vital. It is alive, and I am not lonely. “From what I know,” he hesitantly goes on, his voice a quiet rumble, “my life force will be intrinsically tied to yours if we complete the mating. You will become immortal, and when I die, if I ever die, you will die.”

He was trapped! "You are the dumbest thing I ever met, Ryley. You not only gave the stone but also your mate." Listening his words Ryley grunted while his mate and friend who have been a quiet watcher dreaded seeing the scene, "After acquiring the immortality I will dwell a new life with your mate. I will make her my queen. You want to see how..."