Immortal Novels Novels & Stories

It starts with us, and ends with us. And that is the finale of battle of the immortals. It ended tragically, but it was for a greater good of the world.

he said seriously as I was just confused, here I am again, so slow to understand everything. "And who is that? What's the book of immortality?" I asked. He smiled as he looked at me. "It's Freeda, she's the key to mending the broken relationship between the vampire and the werewolves. She will fulfill the book of the beauty of immortality," he said then looked at the dark sky, there was a bright star, it was the Polaris. "The destiny is written in the book and no one can change it," he also added which made me more confused. Book? What the hell is he talking about?

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

Why did she give him power, immortality, strength beyond measure—but leave his soul to rot unloved? He rose from the throne slowly, the heavy black cape embroidered with ancient silver sigils trailing behind him like stormclouds. The guards snapped to attention, but he didn’t see them. Didn’t acknowledge them. His eyes were fixed on the balcony at the far end of the hall, where the night stretched on endlessly. Outside, the wind was cruel and sharp, slicing across the high cliffs where his fortress rested like a crow’s nest above the world. He gripped the stone railing, letting the chill bite his skin. It was better than feeling nothing.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

ASHANTI I glare at the towering doors of the throne room, my wrists raw from the iron cuffs around them. Fuck. This place really looks like hell just like the rumors described, although the air here is cold and strangely smells nice like night-blooming flowers. The two vampire warriors on both my sides dragged me here after I burned one of their blood farms because obviously, humans are not supposed to fight back in Nyxris, the vampire kingdom. But I did. I fought back.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

"The one Darius murdered — his wife, his daughters. Do you know of them?" A small smile tugged at his lips. "Of course. Everyone knows that story. His daughters were the doom of Darius Venn. They rose against him years later — ended his tyranny, avenged their parents. Elen and Mira, they were called. Legends, both of them. Though Elen died in the final battle, Mira survived. Wrote the book about it herself." My vision blurred as tears welled in my eyes. My throat locked. Elen… died in battle. Mira… a legend.

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

He said with urgent concern. "Yes My Lord." I replied him and walked away. ELLANDRIA I woke up and met myself in a different place. It was all white and saw tombs everywhere. Am I also dead? I walked closer and saw that it was the Legendary Tomb of Past Heroes of the Human Race. I walked closer and saw a tomb that had ONIL engraved to it. It seemed like my ancestor's. But why am I here? Wasn't it meant for men only? Just then someone came out of it.