Immortal Novels Novels & Stories

She rhetorically asked and scoffed a brief laugh. "What does that mean?" The leading woman asked. "Unlike the pack of Blood Mooners that I subdued many years ago, there was another group of undying vampires known as the 'real immortals'. Stake them they live, cut of their heads another grows back, burn them, butcher them, yet they join back together. They can't die."

Charlie was crying from happiness, witnessing how lucky Cass was from that explosion. "I can't die, Charles. Even if you hit me with a brick, I won't die." Cass answered. "Stop joking! We are at war, anyone can die from this!" Charlie said. Cass stared at him and the crew. "I'm serious. I'm an immortal, and I'm 1,999 years old already." Charlie snickered. "You're joking again, Cass. That is good, you're well and you're trying to ease us up."

“They are the decision-makers. The Fates blessed them with the gift of resurrection. When men were struck down on the battlefields, the White Lighters decided who lived and died.” She turned a page in the book and sighed at the words. “Unfortunately for them, the Fates gave them no defensive powers. Before the war, the Evil hunted them all down, and they had no means of protecting themselves. The ones he didn’t kill, he kept prisoner in little cages until their light was gone. There are none left, or at least, they won’t come forward out of fear of being exterminated.” “You’ve seen how things end.” Daniel rubbed his lips into Rosemary’s hair then kissed her. “We could surely use them.”

According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Being to his grandchildren. In the pavilion of the Evermore temple, there is a gigantic and magical library, called "The Library of Destiny". That library contains thousands of books. These books are known as "Books of Destiny", since each Immortal that is born, a book lights up and omnisciently connects itself to this child's life thread. We study the reality of our destiny book since we're kids, we study about every single thing. The world, the races, the cultures, the kingdoms, the history of each place, the geography, and the science.

Agatha could put up a force field to hold off the vampire, but it would take all of her strength to do it and, since a vampire’s strength and stamina far exceeded hers, it would eventually weaken enough for him to break through it. “There must be something ye can do to help,” Kira cried as she paced the large main room of Agatha’s cottage. “Look at all the herbs and potions ye have. Can not one of them be of assistance? I feel him getting closer. He will be upon us shortly.” “Vampires live extremely long lives,” Agatha said, while wringing her hands nervously. “Mayhap ‘tis not such a bad thing.”

You have your orders, find those that are marked and bring them to the island, the rest of them eliminated. A great roar went up as they organised into platoons and headed across the border nowhere would be safe for the humans they had brought about their own destruction. The Immortals were organised and powerful, they had immense strength and they had the numbers now that they had their Alliance the humans really did not stand a chance.

Zach questioned, and although I wasn’t expecting that from him, he was valid to have asked, “Many mortals... I mean, immortals; sorry for mixing it up; I have heard them to have lived a much longer life.” “That is expected of them,” I said, not withholding my tongue from calling him out for being so slow. I mean, they are immortals for a reason. “I have a period in which I am supposed to live, so you can’t say I am immortal; I am just lucky enough to live for longer.” “So you are like, twenty seven?” “I stopped aging at twenty five; it is a long story.” "So, how old are you now?” “Old enough to be your great, great, great, great, great, great, should I keep going because there are several mo

"I'm a vampire, remember? I can't do it forever though!" As we soar over the river, I can't help but feel a sense of freedom. For the first time in my life, I'm not bound by the limitations of my human body. I feel weightless and alive, as if I could fly forever. I glance over my shoulder at the wreckage we're leaving behind. Hawthorn's main building is smoking, and several Silver Hunters stand at the wishing well tower, watching me and Alec escape. "Even a few minutes is good!" I shout over the wind.

It ignored every rule she’d ever read and paid her back with honesty in ways that almost made her laugh. Evenings, they read. Side by side at his small table, a lamp between them, Nothing the fox sprawled across their laps, oblivious and comfortable. Cultivation texts for her, array notes for him. Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently).

He eyed me gingerly, probing, “Has anyone proposed to you before?” I rubbed my eye, pretending to wipe away an imaginary tear. “I don’t wish to talk about it right now.” Of course, who wouldn’t believe the emotional words of a woman who had suffered rejection or betrayal in the past? Had I been a novelist, many of my works would have been made into movies. Rejection, cheating, domestic abuse. The world was simply filled with such harrowing scenes that I felt it was expected.