Immortal Pines Novels & Stories

“What you have brought, so be returned. Wood to ash as fire burns. I give you back all that you deserve.” The flowers flare bright, burning white hot like magnesium and Carson’s unearthly agonized scream rings through the night’s gelid air. Through the talisman, I feel him push back. At the ends of their roots, the lilies wither and droop. Across the too short distance, Carson looks at his hands, pats his body after the flowers flared on him. “Well that was sure as fuck something.” He dusts off. “Too bad for you. When you going to get it through that pretty head of yours, princess? I’m an immortal god now. Listen, this has all been very educational, but it’s gotten dull, so I’m going to go.

Instantly, his head felt a subtle sting when it accepted an overload of memories where he tried hard to forget about. Noel's eyes twitched, hiding his pain. "Please elaborate for me to understand." Madam Ruzka heed her Emperor’s command. "Do you remember the time when you see a figure of a person engulfed in shiny golden light? That was your Sol, your other half." His mouth agape, a flabbergasted expression formed on his ethereal face. "…Impossible.” He paused for a moment when another prickly sensation stung his consciousness. “My Sol just died awhile back, how can it reincarnate in a short matter of time?"

she says with an excited expression, and my mouth falls open. "What," I squeak out She pats my hand." Relax, honey." "Breathe." I nod quickly with wide eyes. "You and your mother are my only descendants. And I could not be more proud. You have so much untapped potential, my dear, and before you leave, I will help unlock it for you. After I do so, your immortality will activate. You won't stop aging until 25, but after that, no more. If all goes to plan, you and my ex-mates will rule the human realm until the end of time, unless you wish to return here, which you can. I, of course, have to allow it, but after all is well, I don't see a problem with it. Now I know you must be thinking that thi

Underneath the bottom of the trunk were the messily written words lightning tree. "Clearly it had been struck awhile ago, since its branches weren't bare," said Eric. I could feel him standing behind me, looking over my shoulder at the drawing. "I just thought it shows the imperfection of nature, you know? Some trees are struck by lightning. They eventually recover, though, and somehow are still beautiful even with the charring on them." Once again I was struck by Eric's incredible wisdom and his love for the Earth. I brushed my fingers over the drawing of the tree, feeling the indention from the press of his pen beneath my skin. Lightning tree.

And of course, Willow too had an oxygen mask on as a repellent against the smoked vervain and wolfsbayne. In the middle of the combative scene, the immortals were not completely vulnerable and weak as imagined. They fought back with agility and without remorse. Mostly influenced from the anger of vengeance from the sequential traps and ambushes they suffered. As agile as they attacked, the defenders as well wasn't a mere contender. In as much as the odds were uneven, the match was a 50-50, and on became a 60-40 in favour of the defenders. And the scale kept falling weight drastically at the dispense of the immortals.

Zamiel jibbed coldly. He's of course gonna be cold. I mean, his first love was also the Chosen One and was already classified as a goddess until she sacrificed her life as a peace treaty between the human and the Immortals. Poor Zamiel. "She already unlocked the poison ability? How come?" I asked in shock. “How'd she come about soaking a dagger in Cicuta and Rhododendron?” Zamiel fumed. Ohh...he's right! Why didn't I think about that?

This palm was so huge it dwarfed common universes in size and as it collided with the structure that was nothing compared to the palm's colossal bulk, the shield with shining bright symbols along the establishment it protected was bulldozed into flat land once more. The defending team wishes to dodge but found their inability to do so as the man's palm did not wish for stragglers to run about, the group of immortals can only take the power head on and they uncorked their most durable defense magic and spells but was proven ineffectual as the palm swallowed them whole and turned them into fertilizer for the newly renovated landmark. When the man was about to continue his renovation of the cla

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

"Get us to the tree-line." ​As the SUV roared to life, Leo looked back at the Miller Tower. It was no longer pulsing red, but it looked broken, a monument to a family that had tried to be gods and ended up as orphans. ​The Cabin in the Pines: ​Three hours later, the rain had turned to a thick, mountain mist. The SUV groaned as it climbed the unpaved trail toward the highest peaks of the Silverwood valley. Here, the pines grew so thick they choked out the light of the city below. The scent of damp earth and pine needles was so strong it made Leo’s wolf-half stir, a low, deep rumble in his chest that he hadn't felt since the fight in the Hall.