Romans & histoires Immortal Novels

There would be countless people flocking for this opportunity even if they had to pay a thousand times or ten thousand times higher price than this. Compared to facing the Eternal Catastrophe that had a minuscule survival rate, Nova, as the head of the Iridescent Sect, would not hesitate to choose to have intercourse with David. The key was whether David was willing or not. However, Celeste was not ready to tell Nova the truth yet. She would wait until Nova truly could not break through. The immortality of an Eternal was actually fake longevity. Because the catastrophe that came once in an era was like a sharp sword floating above their heads, and it would fall when the time was up.

With a dangerous smile on her lips, she answered: “To the Vacil Empire.” The man and woman together with the baby headed to their destination. As they drew closer to the borders of the empire, thunders clapped as lightning flashed, giving them a warm welcome. _ To Be Continued _ Authors’ Note: Thank you for reading Immortal Desire until the end. I hope you enjoyed it. Ps. This is my very first book so please excuse any errors you've noticed. I'm working on improving my writing. Announcement: The story continues! If you want to know what happened next… kindly wait for the upcoming fantasy series- The Fangs And Witches! New generation characters, new tales, new love~

"There are rumors scattered through history about him. Some say the same way he blessed himself by blood, he one day became touched, which was why he came to rule for so long. Another rumor that exists comes from one of the titles garnered, that of 'The immortal'. There are those who believe this man truly immortal, incapable of death, and that even after the fall of his people he still walks upon Ayla, meeting people and performing great deeds. Influencing their lives and leaving his marks upon Ayla. Often finding those who are unique, even amongst those that are special, and teaching them arts so old that only one who has lived through time can claim to remember." "And which do you believe

Eyes and Fangs, Immortal Creatures, Creatures at Night * It was already five in the evening and Hazel was staring at the book of prophecy in front of her. She had expected to see another written letters but it was still the same as when she had seen it. Just the words from yesterday. She looked at the words again and read in her mind, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make a sacrifice on the land of ashes.”

“I’ll believe you. Whatever it is, I’ll believe you.” He looked up into her eyes, and he finally seemed to believe her. He looked back down at the water for a very long time, until once again, he was ready to talk. “I am an Immortalist. I come from a family of Immortalists. We have been alive for nearly two thousand years. Our name, though, is deceptive: we are not immortal. None of us. Our life span is finite. Two thousand years, exactly. In fact, as fate would have it, we have only weeks left to live.”

Could that mean… Eyes wide, head lifting up from the screen, I mutter under my breath. “Mr. Hanks sacrifices his wives to maintain their lifeline to the wolf in the dungeon.” Chills race down my spine recalling I’ve witnessed this before. According to ancient tales, when one wants to become immortal, one must give something else in exchange. A life for life. My uncle, Enzo wanted to do that which was what caused a major rift between him and my father two centuries ago. That is the same tactic the Slayers used. That means… Those men are immortal.

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

I asked, voice barely above a whisper. The warrior paused, collecting his thoughts as if weighing whether or not to speak. “Varyn is no mere warlord, girl. He’s cursed—immortal, bound by a dark magic that not even death can break. He is reborn every time he falls, each resurrection making him stronger. That’s why you’ve never been able to defeat him. Each time he dies, he’s reborn with more power, more cruelty.” The room went deathly quiet. Lucien’s grip on the table tightened, his knuckles turning white. His voice was strained as he spoke. “That’s impossible. No one is truly immortal. Not even Varyn.”