Immortal Pines Novels & Stories

The first thing to surface with crystal clarity was that Immortal Mountain wreathed in cloud and mist, bearing a plaque that read: Ethereal Lumin Hold. Not the hard asphalt roads and camouflage barracks of a military base, but rolling green ranges wrapped year-round in drifting immortal mist. Ancient trees towered in the valleys; waterfalls and clear streams sang among the rocks. Plain, timeworn halls with upturned eaves were built along the slopes—gray tiles and white walls, steeped in an airy otherworldliness. When the mountain wind swept through, it carried the fresh scent of grass and sandalwood, far better than the reek of sweat and engine oil in camp. And there was a man in white robes

Leaning down, I grasp Eyla's awaiting hand, her feet scrambling on ice as she struggles up the crux of this climb. This trip has been in planning for months now. Only a few feet above us, a cave is situated snugly into the mountain. Rumours suggest that somewhere in this mountain, a pureblood immortal lives in solitude. Not only is he a pureblood, he is a Sin. Eyla braces her hands on her knees, breath clouding in front of her face. "You have..." I motion to my own face with my finger, grinning at all the snow that has gathered on her features.

Therefore, it is difficult for us to have children with each other. And for that very reason, the Evermore's leader, Brayanlynn (aka my dear father), came up with a solution fifteen millennia ago. What solution? Strictly train each Immortal until they reach the age of 20 (in our timeline). Then send them to the reality corresponding to each Immortal's destiny book. Alone. Without any external help. Only with their knowledge about this reality and the main story of their respective book of destiny. In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end.

Spring came early that year, which felt like the mountain deciding to be generous for once, and the seventh peak responded to it the way the seventh peak responded to most good things — by getting louder. The plum trees bloomed two weeks ahead of schedule. The bridge started its wind music earlier in the mornings. Chen Bolin, who had been working through his cultivation development with the focused seriousness of a twelve-year-old who had decided that this was the most important thing in his life, began producing spiritual energy outputs that made the formation lines in the cultivation chamber flicker with sympathetic response.

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”

"Ezra said, ''Impossible Aries swear that she would never teach anyone how to make it or control it," Leela said, '' I know how to make it and control it. "Ezra said, '' We don't even have the tree for it. "Leela said, ''Aries pillar is made out of a tree called green oak. The tree grows in Zillion. Which is abandoned. "Ezra said, ''However, there is a tree that is in the same family as the green oak. it called mint oak and it will only last a year. "Ezra said,

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good a

We ran so long I was sure I was about to fall over. This part of the forest was one I’d never visited, the trees were thinner here. The autumn leaves had finished falling leaving them bare and black, spindling toward the sky. If my sense of direction could be trusted we weren’t far from the river nymph settlement, another place I’d never been. The elders said elves lived in the purple mountains I saw cresting over the horizon. They were so far and so different from other fae I often thought of them as mythical. Gera stopped suddenly, swooping down from the bright blue sky, stopping me in my tracks. The shimmer of magic in the air pressed against me. I couldn’t see anything, but the spot it c

However, her divination showed she was fine, perhaps even better off than he was. The vast world was full of wonders where birds, insects, and beasts could all achieve immortality. Adrian loved reading about the incredible tales and strange events in the immortal world documented by Renald. Immortals like Adrian needed to absorb spiritual energy for their training. Therefore, every faction claimed mountains as their territory and sought the best celestial veins on islands as heritage sites. These celestial veins were categorized into micro, small, medium, and large grades. Trade existed even among immortals, with essence stones from mines serving as the hard currency. These mines were also c

he assured, "those who succeed in becoming half-immortals would receive generous rewards from the alliance." He had been bestowed a spiritual root, after all, and an example was the Saturna Peach. They were treasures coveted by true immortals, quasi-royal celestials, and even royal celestials. However, Severin utilized the peaches to craft pills, as a single peach could yield a very cost-effective amount of nine pills.