Immortal Sign の小説・ストーリー

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are we touchy about our age?” He chuckled. “Hardly, though I don’t want you to use it against me like I said.” Honestly he had a feeling that her being a mortal creature was going to think it impossible once more hearing his age. He carried what was known as the immortal gene. Until he received enough damage, or something powerful enough to kill him he would not die. He would not pass to natural aging or sickness. Others of his kind would age but slowly. They were a very long lived race.

he replied to me. "Don't you have any other medicine for infections like this?" I asked him again. I know there isn't, but there might be. The nurse shook her head. "If an immortal gets sick or injured, it will be easy to heal. But like this, it is difficult, especially because the cause of their injury is unusual. Only the seed of life can save them, but the seed is limited so it cannot be just use it," he answered me and I didn't know what to think.

If they do decide against us, we'll just give the Queens the old heave-ho and deal with it later. Again, delusion. She sighed. You seem to be working under a flawed premise I've meant to speak with you about for quite some time. Sorry? Where was the flaw exactly? It's not like they can really hurt me or anything. I'm immortal. Immortal, yes, she sent. But not invincible. Gulp. Explain? Immortality means you will live forever, and never grow old, she sent. As long as nothing happens to you. That sounded rather final for something I was given the impression would go on and on forever. Why was this the first time I was hearing this information?

He said. "Tell them, we want a truce, not war." I meant that. He glanced at the window and stood. "Werewolves use scent to recognize their kin, vampires use Clan name, hunters use insignia. I want to carry your insignia." And glee tickled my heart hearing him said that. He offered his fist and Zild held it. Zild said, "I want to why you want to carry our insignia." "I'm sick of how they usually cover their fear this way. I've seen enough anomalies. I wanted to cut this stereotype of beliefs about immortals." I smiled at him. I saw him wince but managed to bear it.

"The fusion triggered the self-destruct." Madison pushed herself up, her eyes landing on the screen. The countdown was at thirty seconds. "Let it sink," she said, her eyes turning a permanent, iridescent silver. She grabbed her blade and the data core. "Silas isn't on the island, Ethan. He's at the UN summit in Geneva. He's going to announce the 'Immortality Project' tonight." Madison gripped Ethan's hand as the ground began to tilt toward the sea. "We're going to give them a very different kind of eternity."

That was something Marcus would never understand in his lifetime. His gaze darkened. After a long hesitation, he took a small box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a delicate moonstone ring. "Can we start over?" The moonstone ring was the symbol of a Luna. But the first time he marked me, he had casually given me an ordinary ring, claiming he had lost the moonstone one. But I had always known the truth. He had kept this ring carefully all along, waiting for the day the Luna he had always wanted would finally appear.

She was The Mirror. “I’ll give you what you want. But I want proof Emily is alive. I want to see her with my own eyes.” Victor chuckled. “You’re not really in a position to demand anything, but… I like your stubbornness.” He pulled out another remote and pressed a button. A side door creaked open. Standing in the frame was Emily — weak, bound, but alive. “Elly…” Elena whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t do anything stupid… please,” the girl said, tears streaming down her face.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

Williams scoffed. "You humans think so easily. Do you think it is that easy? Seems like he didn't tell you the most important thing." "What important thing?" "If you die, he dies, if you don't die he still dies. But there is a difference, If he doesn't get your stars, his powers that keeps growing in him will reach its limit and boom!" He paused, "It will explode. Not only does he gets out of the face of the earth, his soul is wiped out of existence and he won't reincarnate neither will anybody who ever knows him be able to remember him. That will be the same fate for Dillan since they share the same fate." Mr. Williams said with a smile.