Novel & Cerita Immortal Soldier

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

In the end, their brethren died but have never retreated. This was the mark of a true Sentinel and it has given them an infamous reputation for savagery that instilled fear towards any enemy. “IN DEATH, WE ARE IMMORTAL! LET THERE BE BLOOD!” the gathering of soldiers, men and women, showered the night in an unnerving spectacle that was rarely seen. Their maxim reached the ears of countless peoples as their onlookers from afar also mirrored their quantities and perhaps even overtaken it completely.

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

There were a few powerhouses behind him, and he gave them a look. A middle-aged, muscled man walked up to him. "Are you sure it's them, Commander Jasper?" Jasper looked up. It was one of the four powerhouses that came with him, the most powerful Immortal Swordsman among them, the Green Snake, Dave. Jasper was about to lose his temper but calmed down. He raised his hand, and a light screen appeared. It played the video of Chase and the others fighting the Earth Emperor Mausoleum guards.

If she's only not ruthless, she will never suffer all these things. Stefano waited for a few seconds because Natalia might have something to say but she didn't speak. So Stefano pulled out the sharp sword and without emotion, it moved quickly, and just for a second Natalia's head was thrown and it rolled on the floor. Its eyes are wide open. Natalia's body suddenly trembled and she fell to the floor. Blood gushed out from its neck that had been severed from deep within its body. It was red and sticky. Stefano was not surprised because the body of the immortal is like that when the head is cut off. The body will not die immediately. After a few seconds of whining, it gradually weakened until

She looked upward with her arms spread widely as if she's performing a ritual. In a snap, the soldier's hands who was gripping her ankle tightly, started burning until it consumed the rest of his body and vanished into ashes. So as the rest of the dead soldiers. They all disappeared into ashes. Then the woman turned back into her normal self and her wound on the slowly sealed on its own like nothing happened. King Astius was astounded. As soon as he witnessed it, he only thought about one thing. This woman could be the heir of destruction–the person that they're supposed to avoid as much as possible while searching for the guardian and the immortality bracelet. And now it's right here in fro

He was amazed by Ricky's valor to be able to keep the soldiers at bay while engaging in an uncertain victory battle. Instead of helping Ricky, Adam was too scared to go out and also stepped into the fight, and he believed Ricky would also think of him as a burden. Because of that, he would act as his henchman like he always do and report him if something unusual happened. It didn't took long for that unusualness to happen, for that a sudden heavy thumping sound treaded closer and a huge figure emerged among the soldiers. It was moving slower than the other soldiers, but it was definitely not the slowest, if that headless body were to ride a fiery, dark purple flamed horse. It stopped moving

"I'm certain they would find me." "Perhaps..." ... but there're always ways. Sethlzaar had no doubt Cynth would know them. They fell into an odd silence after. A soldier came to them a short while later. Sethlzaar recognized him as one of the few remaining soldiers from Lord Oddor's era, his clean jaw never having seen a blade nor a strand of hair. It was almost a wonder how the boy still lived, considering Sethlzaar remembered his face from the battlefields and not the tower.