Immortal Sword Novels & Stories

If Sebastian had chosen a sword, then it would definitely be the Sword Sect's letter. He had asked the weapons shop owner, and so far, he was the only one who had received this letter task from the weapons shop. Others had no clue and were still looking for tasks at various places, such as tailors, the village chief, butchers... even cats and dogs. All they received were mundane tasks that, at best, improved their cultivation a bit and earned them a few pieces of silver. They hadn't even considered why an immortal cultivation game had them doing a bunch of mundane tasks.

The figure was massive, dressed in an ancient-looking battle suit and brandishing a long sword. The body had half rotted away, yet it still emanated a powerful and insurmountable aura. Nova knew she was up against an extraordinary immortal. She readied herself, gripping her blade as she prepared for a battle with a formidable enemy. An overwhelming force spread out as the zombie immortal's sword radiated with a dark glow. It seemed capable of annihilating everything in its path.

“From the late king. I never thought that I would be in such a dilemma in my life before. He uses the solvent of a dead dragon mixed with molten steel some how, that formed an indestructible core within you.” Abigail stared wide eyed at him. ‘He was an immortal...’ Abi lowers her gaze as she stared at the obsidian sword. She looked for a while and then she raised her hand rubbing the surface and the sword vanished from their sight. “Abi, let's just think about the present. I will make sure you stay with me forever. Even the will of the gods would be broken due to my search for an immortality for you.” Abi thought for a while about what he said.

I whispered in awe as I watched my childhood obsession right before me, in the flesh. Nytheria, the sword of Aramun, the first immortal prince of the royal line of werewolves, the first lycan, personally gifted by the moon goddess. The sword grand prince Aramun used to slay the demon prince a thousand years ago was in my new room staring at me.

He asked and we nodded. "We need a sword. The sword was said to kill the immortal. The sword that can defeat the undefeatable. The Great Sword." I said and the man looked at us for a few seconds before bursting into serious laughter. He laughed for some minutes before stopping to look at us. "Are you kidding me? A matter as serious as this and you're joking? Or you're not? I think you're too old to believe in such things. There is no such thing as the Great Sword." He said with all sincerity in his eyes and his last words rang in my head repeatedly refusing to stop.

"You're joking again, Cass. That is good, you're well and you're trying to ease us up." "I'm not. I'm telling the truth." She took a blade from the bag and stabbed herself, earning some yelps and hasps. "What the hell, Cass!" Charlie shrieked. "Look at it closely," She raised her stabbed arm to make a point. "Then tell me if I'm joking or not." No one will believe her when she just says that she's immortal judging by the blood emitting from her arms, but when the wound closes up so fast, that's when they believe that she's indeed telling the truth.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.