Immortal Pines Novels & Stories

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.

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?"

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

"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.

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

That came like a bombshell. “Then why do you want to see me if you don't miss me”? “Because I feel like”. He took a leaf from the tree branches and played with it. “Don't you have a family”? “They are all dead”. “Oh. Sorry”. “You don't need to be. People will eventually die so it's unenviable”. “But you guys are immortal. They shouldn't die”. “Immortals only live for thousands of years. The ones with high cultivation live for millions of years”.

"We're almost there." Through the trees, I caught glimpses of a sprawling structure—weathered gray stone and dark timber, designed to blend with the forest rather than stand apart from it. Whispering Pines Estate. The name had seemed innocuous in reports, but now it loomed in my mind like a designation from a horror story.