Immortal Pines Novels & Stories

“And how did you get into this house?” If this is the same person who was lurking outside in the forest, they must have used some kind of magic to get inside. Just from looking at them I can tell they are immortal. He has wispy silver irises that seem to have mist floating around them. It’s unnerving to look at. Alden’s spells clearly couldn’t keep him out. “Yes, I’m immortal, and no these eyes don’t just mean I’m immortal, it just correlates to the kind of immortal I am,” he comments slyly. “And yes, I did read your mind. And yes, I do look familiar.”

"If you ask us, who are we gonna ask?" "Time works differently here," the Immortal twins added staring at Wren, their voices echoing off each other. "An hour here is just a second outside. Days here are just hours outside. And years here--you get the gist, Protector~" Then, a loud thud echoed through the hall. "We are back." Wren looked, it was the enlightened Immortal and the brawny Immortal, standing by the entrance with a creature that looked like it had been put through a blender. Wren's eyes widened in horror as she took in the sight of the creature. Its eight arms lay limp and lifeless, with faint, burnt-green glowing marks scattered across its body, like embers of a dying fire.

Their only way was to control the spell formation and confirm Jennifer Peach’s location through it. Lena smiled. “I know where the base of the spell formation is.” She pointed at the sea below countless immortal mountains. “In the sea?” “That’s right!” Lena said, “I don’t understand spell formations well, but I heard the elders talking about it when I was young. There are a total of seven hundred and twenty immortal mountains floating in the air. However, these immortal mountains were not mountains ten millennia ago, but they were islands. “Guys, look at the appearance of these immortal mountains. Don’t you think they look more like upside-down mountains?”

When the world starts building itself around me again, I stumble over my feet, but Shinee grabs my arm, holding up, even as my legs crumble. And then, I can see where we are. I've never seen a place like this in my life. I can immediately sense this place is immortal, magic drifting around me the moment I open my eyes. We all stand in front of a large window, looking out at a view I would never find in the mortal world. Mountain peaks for miles stretch out in front of me, all capped in pure white snow. Perhaps I could have enjoyed it more if the implications for seeing it weren't so horrid. Even if the sight of a the dark sky and glittering stars in the sky is beyond beautiful. It's a facade

The risk of killing a path out of thousands of zombies was naturally great. "The immortal spirit is the platform, and the flesh and blood are the ranks. They just fell on their own way." Flame Gordon knew Caspian's mood, so he came over to comfort him. "There is no other way." Emmett Breathnach also said at this moment, "In the future, if we have the chance to break through the peak of the Amethyst Palace Realmand ascend to the Immortal Body position, a closed-door meditation will take a hundred years.

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

Bone and sinew. Four perimeter wards shatter in quick succession. Through the smoke, the six-hundred-year-old Jacyra pine line splits from the middle, trunks tearing apart as fire eats through their roots. Flint stumbles through the haze, blood running into his eyebrow. "Siege engines. Twelve of them. Rolling right through the pines. They're burning the ward-trees to clear the path." Twelve engines. Whatever is behind them isn't a raiding party. Zara steps into my line of sight, her blood-orange tunic sharp against the gray smoke. She plants her twin blades point-down into the stone.

A smile of nostalgia took over Pines' features. After discovering he was a homose.xual, his family and pack disowned Pine. He was a stain on the family's reputation, and to rectify that, his father sided with the Alpha, and they banished him. His elder brother was the title Gamma, so in their minds, Pine was a chuck-away anyway. His mother tried and fought for him, but it was useless. Pine came from a pack where females were subservient and listened faithfully to their mates.

His eyes - silver, like moonlight on a frozen lake - sweeping the wreckage with grim reverence, then landing on Derek and me. Derek calls out. "What brings you to our humble borders, Alpha Ryel?" I was right. He is Alpha Ryel. The cunning and witty old Alpha of the High Pines. "We come in peace," his voice is deep and rough, like gravel dragged through smoke. "We heard the scream. Felt the shift. And we followed it." My eyes narrows. "Why are you here?" The High Pines pack are said to dwell in the forgotten borders of the northern woods. They never joined the councils. Never bent the knee to any Alpha. Ghosts, some called them.

Right now, they think I'm sleeping and it honestly makes me feel bad that I have to lie to them. "Pizza?" Brayden asked, handing me a slice. I gladly took it away from him and ate it, moaning as I felt the cheese in my mouth. "This is so good." I told him, biting a bigger chunk. "Right?" He laughed. "It's Hawaiian. Whoever said that pineapples don't go on pizzas are so wrong." "Thanks," I smiled. "You need to stop being so good to me." "I want to," he shrugged. "And, I mean, you did take the risk of coming here."