Romans & histoires Immortal Soldier

Everyone got silent as a man she saw that Matt followed behind, he climbed up on the makeshift stage and gave a speech. “Thank you, everyone for coming tonight for this occasion. As all know the evening will start with promoting ranks of soldiers who earned and were selfless and courageous in the battlefield. Soldiers who worked long and hard to earn the positions that are now to be given to them as in acknowledge and approval for all their hard work and actions they have done to protect us and our country and their brothers on the field.

"Rebels. The rebels that i have been fighting against for a long time, suddenly attacked. To save me she sacrificed her life and was killed. I lost my reasoning, So i killed everyone in the palace, and all the rebels. Innocent people were involved in the death. All the wedding guests died at my hand. Williams came to stop me, but according to the heavens, i committed a great sin so i was punished with eternal life. No matter how i tried, I couldn't kill myself. I couldn't get killed by others, I continued living a meaningless life. Dillan's life got tied to my own because he helped me kill them. So he is only allowed to die when i die. And i can only die if i get human stars. Stars are the a

Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it. He stood in the snow, head shaking in slight disbelief. How could such a heavenly smell be coming from such a place? Did he dare enter that place of temptation? He may have been immortal but he was certainly not immune to the…bodily pleasures a woman could provide. He was no monk. It had been many years since he had sought out physical pleasure. It had never ended well for either party involved. It was not worth the risk of loosing control and murdering the unfortunate girl that had found her way into this bed. That had happened more than he cared to admit.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

Their skins were hard to cut with most swords, and they had resistance to minor magics. "Hey Tay Tay! It's like you said they are all immortals like us!" Vale cried out excitedly. "That is right. Every man here under my command is one of the greater immortal races. You should be on our side." "HwaH? Please don't misunderstand. I could care les...I just heard that some of you mate for life.... I wonder what will happen to your significant others when we kill you. Would they stay celibate for the remainder of their lives? Or would they move on in a week or two? I want to find out!"

The stone was so potent that it even severed the leg of an imp standing close to the original target. The imp lost a leg and fell to the ground, but the fallen soldier rose instantly, took the dagger from the dead imp, and without hesitation stabbed it straight in the neck. The imp's eyes gradually lost their brightness as the soldier sunk the dagger deeper into its neck. Finally, exhausted from having lost a little too much blood himself, the soldier collapsed to the ground. "Well done." I blinked and arrived ahead of the soldier. “Heal.” My seemingly useless skill, which instantly healed the soldier's arms wound, ended up being a skill that could save human lives.

Alexander caught her . “What did it say?” She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly: “It’s a choice. One or the other. I can’t have both.” He stared at her, jaw clenched. “Then we change the ending.” But the ending had already begun. In the shadows beyond the vault, someone was watching them. Not a ghost, not a keeper. But a man with a sigil burned into his wrist—the Broken Flame, long thought dead. A rogue faction of the old society.

remarked Alexander. Of course, he was just speaking casually. Semi-Empyrean beings were uncommon. Rat Servant, the only survivor, struggled to his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly at his last gasp. His face showed only shock. "The Three Immortal Guardians won't let you off!"

"And he likes you, apparently." I'm not sure why, although Hale is known for being unpredictable. Larsen grins, flashing his perfect white teeth. "Because we are both tortured souls. How about you?" "Doesn't matter. I need sleep," I sigh. Tonight, I don't want to be entertaining a powerful Noble. I start toward my bedroom, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the covers and bundle up away from all these overwhelming men. "Death is a strange concept for me, as an outsider. Mortals die, they serve a sentence in another Realm ran by a tyrant immortal pureblood, and then emerge here, in the immortal realm where they can live out a long existence until their eventual death."

I screamed, crawling out of the passenger side, my hands scraping against the jagged gravel. ​He didn't hear me. Or perhaps, the Duke simply didn't care. He spun, catching the second soldier by the throat and lifting him a foot off the ground. The soldier’s helmet cracked under the pressure of Julian’s grip, a sickening sound of composite materials giving way. ​"You seek the Tenth Life?" Julian’s voice was a layered growl, a chorus of his past selves speaking at once. "You seek to harvest what I have spent a millennium guarding?"