Novelas y relatos de Immortal Novels

None of the books I read explained why vampires weren't immortal, and I can't exactly tell Helen that I’m basically a transmigrated stranger. "I can't seem to remember it clearly. Can you explain it to me?” I went with the honest, humble-student route. She readjusted her seat before launching into the story. Apparently, thousands of years ago, vampires were immortal. They lived forever and could only die if they were beheaded. Nothing else worked—not fire, not a stake to the heart. Until one day, a vampire offended a powerful witch. That’s when I realized witches existed in this world too.

If she's only not ruthless, she will never suffer all these things. Stefano waited for a few seconds because Natalia might have something to say but she didn't speak. So Stefano pulled out the sharp sword and without emotion, it moved quickly, and just for a second Natalia's head was thrown and it rolled on the floor. Its eyes are wide open. Natalia's body suddenly trembled and she fell to the floor. Blood gushed out from its neck that had been severed from deep within its body. It was red and sticky. Stefano was not surprised because the body of the immortal is like that when the head is cut off. The body will not die immediately. After a few seconds of whining, it gradually weakened until

'' Lyra i can save you , i can even if your body is no more i can still bring you back by summoning your soul and transfer it onto someone else's body '' he said to her whispering in her ear . '' I will try everything no matter what it takes '' he said to her . Then he closed the coffin and went back to research about wasteland again . According to wasteland , whoever stays there can gain supernatural powers and there was some records of the philosophers stone and elixir of life which can give eternal youth and life . Later after two days , it's finally full moon . Arthur was waiting for that night . He went out into the evening waiting for full moon by the side of the lake .

"I don't know how accurate this is, but back in Spain, gran told me that this particular rogue group has come together with those witches from long ago to create an immortality potion." My eyes widen. "They freed the witches?" I ask with shock written all over my face. "Yes, they did," Jessica answers. "Witches were working on immortality when they were locked away for good, but these rogues freed them and now there is an army of them working together with the rogues." Immortality isn't unheard of in the supernatural world. Vampires are immortal, but not werewolves. We have a long life span that exceeds two to three hundred years sometimes, but we aren't immortal.

Bernard smiled as he removed a thin, thread-bound book from Yael's corpse and tossed it to Chad. "Here! This is a diagram that visualizes methods for immortality. This one's for you, too." Chad reached out and caught two books; the covers read Art of Immortality and Human Flesh Sanctification. Bernard tied his clothes before kicking Yael again. He said, "Yael is such an idiot. He was pursued for over a decade, all for the sake of a girl. With each resurrection, he lost some of his memories. Who knows how often he died? Later, I heard that the woman realized he was losing his memories and took his money to run away with a gigolo instead."

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

She watched the three of them—the ancient, the immortal, and the newly born—and thought about what it meant to be part of something that had never existed before. She thought about the novel she had read in her previous life, the one she had despised, the one that had given her a villainess to be exhausted by and a plot to navigate and an ending she had found unsatisfying. The novel is gone now. The story it had contained had been overwritten, replaced by something else, something that had no script and no predetermined conclusion and no guarantee of survival. She thought: this is what it feels like to be alive in an unwritten world.

“You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long before you die. Tell me, Drogo… you miss being immortal, don’t you?” My jaw ticks. “If you were still immortal, that poison would have no effect on you,” he says. “You’re wrong," I counter. "I don’t miss being immortal. Not with the price that came with it.” My breathing steadies after healing enough. “Those periods of time were replays of what your father did to me. They broke me every day until the goddess sent me mercy.” “I heard you cursed the moon goddess every night. And now you are taking her side?” he asks.

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.