Immortal Pines Novels & Stories

He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep it up. One night, toward the end of November, he asked how dryads, originally from Greece, had ended up here on the Olympic Peninsula, in trees that were native to North America. "A group of immigrants brought the first of us in saplings," Kyla explained. "When they consecrated the grove, they petitioned the gods to place our souls into native trees. They would then put the Greek saplings in their gardens but leave the native grove untouched. The gods agreed. My grandmother was one of the original nymphs. So was Xera. I was born here, as was my mother. Alders are not as long-lived as firs."

Aetherion Academy towers above me. It's carved into the cliffs like it belongs there—stone and iron and something older woven through it. Massive archways stretch toward the sky, banners snapping in the wind, dark against the gray-blue backdrop. Flickering golden lights spill out of the windows and all around. Like you can literally see the magic alive here. It's beautiful.

REBECCA At the sight of my nakedness, he clenches his jaw, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “Do you like what you see?” I purr, taking a step closer to him. I know my body is fucking perfect, thanks to my vampiric gift of eternal youth. My full breasts, my flared hips, my creamy fair skin… everything I possess on my body is more than enough to drive any sane man crazy. I have walked this world for over a thousand years, but to human eyes, I look barely twenty-five.

Ahmet sent the crew led by Doom and the White Lion Atlas to Three Peaks Island to fetch the Black Emerald and asked Lillian to show him the way to the Eternal Tree. The crew separated and each went to his mission. The immortal tree was located in the middle of the island, but it was on the land of the elves. It was a giant tree, its roots extending to all four sides. This tree is the lifeline of the island and the god of the elves , Its roots are hard and cannot be cut, the tree is alive and a standing being that has its own consciousness, but it is not classified as a supreme being.

Marissa was high up in the air but was still bloody due to the heavy methods she used, made blood spill on her and some were her own from the vampires relentless effort to bring her down. They were officially her most hated creatures alive because why were they so persistent. It also took a lot kill one of them. She could literally see one that had taken her strikes twice, resurrecting. They were immortals but immortality should at least have a line where the people can’t leave beyond, because how does a creature survive a rain of thunder followed by being knocked down and buried by a huge tree. A sigh left her lips as she rolled ger eyes when one of the armoires called him commander.

The Guardian Forest The golden mountain sunlight filtered through the massive, towering branches of the ancient white pine canopy, painting the deep forest floor in long, warm sheets of amber light. The mountain air was crisp, clean, and completely silent, smelling of damp earth, fresh pine needles, and the gentle mist of the rising morning valley fog. This was the private interior wilderness of the Imperial Sovereign Citadel a heavily protected woodland completely enclosed by thirty-foot white granite walls and low-frequency security shield grids that kept the dirty concrete lines of the city a distant memory.

However, she also answered, "Never heard of it." Chase found this strange. "This was a cultivation site for a top-tier immortal, on the same level as the 12 Primal Treasures, perhaps even stronger," he explained. Willow and the others could hardly believe it. "An immortal?" Yara was surprised. In her awakened memories, immortals were lofty beings. Most ancient divine beasts, except for the highest tier ones, would be taken as their mounts or guardian beasts. Even phoenixes were no exception. So her memories contained strong feelings of resentment toward these immortals.

POV EMMA BELLE The mountain valley was a hidden amphitheater of silver-grey stone and ancient, twisted pines. It was a place that the First King had never mapped and the Shadow-Prime had never reached. Here, the air was so thin and pure it tasted like the beginning of the world. There were no Spires here, no marble forums, and no amber vines. There was only a small cabin made of cedar and fieldstone, its chimney puffing a steady, honest plume of woodsmoke into the twilight.

Herculia asked. “Who is the next Immortal on our list?” Nicole asked. “Let's see, we’re supposed to find Avia Ignius, the Immortal of Phoenix Magic; Episteme Psyches, the Immortal of knowledge; and Edith Anima, the Immortal of life and light. The moon goddess said these Immortals are easy to find, and we don't really need to do anything. We could just give Daniela a phone call and wait for the other two to cross paths with us,” Mary replied.

He says, tears filling his eyes, but Enya chuckle. "Oh my love, there is so much to learn, you are stuck with me forever, unless one of us is killed, we won't say goodbye at all." She says and he look at her confused. "What do you mean?" He ask and she give him a soft kiss. "Phoenix are not that many and due to the times being different inter specie mating was prohibited, so immortality was rare outside of us. But as soon as I mark you, you will become immortal, aswell as our children, you, my love, will be the first immortal dragon to ever live" She says and Folkor's eyes light up