Immortal Rules Book Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I lift my eyes forward and at the far end of the room, on a throne carved from what looks like thousands of melted gold, sits him. Lord Vesper Bloodbane. He looks barely thirty and breathtakingly handsome with his sharp cheekbones, hypnotizing blue eyes, and raven black hair falling across his forehead. However, everyone knows he is not barely thirty because he has walked this world for over a thousand years. “Get rid of her cuffs and leave us,” he commands the guards and I can instantly feel his power rolling off him just from his voice alone, the force of it filling my skin with goosebumps. The guards do as they are told.

No one outside the royal bloodline truly knows what it is. It can grant anything. Including ending my immortality curse. It went extinct in the royal bloodline centuries ago, and after Morgan's research, the Lunaretha was back. Manifesting, and I needed to find it. Whatever it is. "I hate you," Camilla whispers before me. She is tied to a metal chair, shackles wrapped around her like a criminal. Her red glowing eyes glares at me. It has been more than two weeks since I imprisoned her as a punishment. Her dark hair is messy; dry tears streak her face. I can feel the pain, the anger, and the betrayal from her through our mark.

Inside was a velvet-wrapped ledger bound in faded red leather. The Ember Grimoire. It was a chronicle—half memoir, half confession—written in delicate script by Eleanor Montrose. Isabelle’s missing ancestor. “The flame is a memory. A power buried in blood and bone. The Keepers are not chosen,they are awakened. And the price of awakening is always a life.” Isabelle’s heart pounded. She turned the pages faster, until a symbol caught her eye: the intertwined keys. And below it, scrawled in desperate ink:

It is on the page that talks about rules Rule 1: Stay under the regime of vampires. Rule 2: Protect the goddess beloved. Rule 3: Protect our secret Rule 4: Protect your own and be willing to die for one another Rule 5: stay away from silver wares and wolf bane. Rule 6: No one is to be trusted. Rule 7: Adhere to rule 1. I flip the pages. The book is not dusty, which means someone frequent this room. But why? It is filled with ancient books. I halt when I see their origin. I read through it.

"They broke the rules. T h o s e... w i z a r d s... h a s... g i v e n... s a c r i f i c e... o f... a n... i n n o c e n t... a n d... g a v e... h i m... t h e... i m m o r t a l i t y... s p e l l. He is an immortal now and you can think what powers he has. He is going to destroy this world."

It was relieving to know this. “ Who makes these rules, Jurek?” “ There is a council of immortals. They make rules to be followed by the immortals.” “ Who does this council consist of?” “ It consists of all the immortals. At present, there are only 1499 immortals. To introduce changes in the policy, he needs the approval of at least 75% of the immortals.’ “ Do you think he will get the approval?” “ I agree that it is quite difficult to get the immortals to agree, but Mr. Ben has his ways.”

the game master sighed for a moment and replied “What you seek for is very complicated” “But I have done all you have asked of me” Valerie stated clearly. “I know you have played the games religiously and have won to that effect but requesting for the book of the gods is almost impossible wish to be granted” the game master explained to her. “Please, I know you are only but a guardian but I want you to understand the weight on my shoulder. If I don’t get that book, my world will be destroyed totally by Sonia” Valerie pleaded. “The book of the gods is a sacred book which requires the touch of immortals to be able to access them. To get that book, you will have to show that you are an immortal

Seraphine and the immortal stood together, hands clasped, hearts still pounding, their bond blazing brighter than ever. The First Immortal hung in the air, his form flickering between immense power and vulnerability. “You… your love… it’s more than I imagined… more than I ever calculated…” The immortal stepped forward, eyes blazing. “It’s not imagination. It’s us. And together… we decide the rules now.” Seraphine’s chest swelled with emotion. The war was not yet over, but for the first time, she felt the tide shift. Their bond was not just surviving the apocalypse it was dominating it, reshaping it with every heartbeat, every shared breath.

Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page. She saw that it was blank and she took a quick glance at Mr. Evans before standing upright. She muttered something which was no doubt a spell and she placed her hand on the book. When she took her hand off, she saw a drop of red ink which started to form into words and she read, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make atonement on the land of ashes.”

He even dropped to a crouch beside the merchant, poking his shriveled cheeks. "See, natural death is fine, but did any of you ever specify when?" he asked, shooting straight to the crux of the matter. "For an immortal Entity who lives through endless ages, their entire lifespan may be just a single day for them, and night the end of a lifetime." Elara the halfling burglar trembled right then. "Well, what should we do? We all made the same wish!" "Don't worry." Cassian smiled assuringly as he stood up. "I've researched games like these for the longest time—the key is to interpret the true meaning of the rules and find the loophole that ensures survival.