Immortal Sign の小説・ストーリー

Hale explains. I cast a sideways glance at him. “Oh, so it has a name?” Adria leans out of the shack, eyeing me keenly. Her dark hair is wound up in numerous braids, a cloak draped over her shoulders, covered in a pattern of bright gold, accenting the black. “You are mortal…This has never happened before,” she marvels. Her lifespan likely far rivals mine, and yet this is the first time she has come across a mortal in immortal lands. That is a terrible sign.

He leans over and places a kiss on my ankle. I turn around and head for my dressing table. I wait, my back straight, while Elio passes a gold chain with a sun-shaped medal hanging from it. In the center, a white diamond sparkle with the letter G engraved around it. "Do you like it?" he asks me when he sees me playing with the pendant. "Much, grazie sole mio," I answer, giving him a slight smile through the mirror's reflection. The sun represents him. This is the origin of his name, Helios, the sun. The G is the initial of the Family. This jewel is not an ornament, it is a necklace and a chain to remind me that I belong to him and the Family.

He repeatedly warned me about trusting strangers. He even mentioned someone, there are immortals and hybrids lurking around the world. He taught me how to distinguish one from the other. One is by touching their hands, hybrids’ hands have a thicker and rough skins (even newborn have this trait), immortals have fine, smooth and almost perfect skin, while mortals are a mixture of both and have calluses (in some people). Another thing is their lifestyle. Immortals are freakingly rich people, while hybrids are different.

“There are celestial beings that govern our world. Gods. They fuel the magic of our kind—werewolves, vampires, elves, trolls, witches, druids… even some wild beasts. They’re immortal, but not invincible. They can be killed—under very specific circumstances. And when they die, their spirits don’t just vanish. They linger, waiting for the right vessel.” Her fingers brushed the edge of the crescent mark on her neck. “When a powerful god or goddess reincarnates, they leave a sign. A birthmark. Crescent for the moon. Sun for solar gods. The underworld god… his sign hasn’t been seen. He still lives.” I swallowed. “So… we’re moon goddess reincarnates?”

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

(IMMORTAL) “MY TWELVE GUARDIANS AND HOLDER OF THE GODS AND GODDESS. ME WHO IS THEIR PLEDGE MAIDEN AND THE BLESSED DAUGHTER OF THE HEAVENS. WE WILL NOT GET OLD, EVEN IF THE YEARS WILL PASS BY. OUR AGE WILL STOP AT EIGHTEEN FOR OUR LINE IS IMMORTAL, SO THAT WE CAN PROTECT THIS WORLD.” “Immortal.” Whispering the word more than once and many times within the day, she excitedly prepares everything that she needed as her isolation and lies of being dead is what everyone knows about her, and that very word is the title she is now holding.

Nothing, there was nothing on my body. “Allorah?” Farah asked as I see everyone standing by the door. “I know what Stefan wants,” I said, chuckling like crazy. “What?” Dominique asked. “Our immortality,” I whispered, “Stefan wants our immortality.” “Are you sure?” Farah asked, confused. “You are right!” Dominique said as he rubs his chin. “You mentioned the small symbol. That one that represented what your role was.” “Exactly! Mine was a Diamond, and it’s no longer on me,” I said.

What kind of power did my blood hold that he was really going to go this far for it? "My blood....what kind of power does my blood hold that you are willing to go this far for it?" I asked him He smiled at me. "Well, if I want to tell you this, I will need to explain a lot to you," Mason said. "You know, there has always been rumors of an immortality emblem that only appears when the blood of the chosen one is spilled. I always thought that this was just a legend and that there was no way that's something like an immortality emblem existed. How could something that could keep someone alive forever really exist? That was until I stumbled into some old people who confirm the news for me. They

she doesn't give him a chance to say anything before she stabs him. Beauden looks down at the knife in his chest. "Me being immortal also makes me immune to silver. I like that." He wraps his arms around her. She lay her head on his chest Being immortal doesn't stop you from getting infected from the mega box. So hands off." "I got it. Don't touch or go anywhere close to that box." He kisses the top of her head. Outside Zeus, the Gods and Goddesses haven't taken their eyes off Einar and the door. The door opens and Einar steps aside looking at Wisdom and Beauden come out.