Immortal Swordsman Novels & Stories

I can’t explain why I felt pity for him. ''Are you ready to sacrifice the lives of your brothers so you can go to the kingdom?'' I asked Maximus. ''Yes, I will do everything that is written inside that book, I want to see my father again,'' Maximus replied. We talk about his mission, other than seeking justice for his father's death, he is willing to do what is written in the book of immortality, which is that they must die in the present time and be resurrected in the kingdom of Prophis, a place where werewolf and the vampire are existing, and attains immortality.

My heart falls straight down to my stomach. I'm vulnerable. Relm won't have a problem with making me pay for what has happened. "I've gone back to being an immortal...I've done what you asked," I tell him, motioning over myself as if it's obvious. "I'm afraid that is not enough. The bridge is difficult to maintain. There is only one way to solve this," he says calmly. Were he saying anything else, I may assume he is seducing me, just by his tone of voice.

I said to him and now I looked at the new life flower that is now taller than its dead stalks. Only one day has passed but it has already grown tall. I came closer and I could see his leaf more. I cringe because its leaf is like a leaf, but it is shiny and I notice that the edge of the leaf seems to be gold. I slowly put Sushi down to look at the new life. The leaves are so green and shiny and the edges have a gold-like color and spots. The leaves of the immortal flower are not like this, far away because their leaves were like swords before, but now, they are like swords.

They terrified the hearts of the faulters. Eryndor on seeing his fighters spoke again, "With brave hearts now beating within you, you have become immortal, your spirits unbreakable and your cause just. As long as your will to fight against the Evil Troop remains unwavering, you shall be invincible." You are the embodiment of honour and reverence in this sacred land, a land of the moon and sun, long plagued by the scourge of Rogues and Werewolves. "The Lord stands with you, and you shall fear no darkness, for you are the chosen ones, destined to vanquish the forces of evil."

And there was a man in white robes, performing sword forms. It was not the assassination and close-quarters combat of the barracks, but true Immortal Sword Arts—graceful and agile, yet fierce and unrelenting. In the shifting flow of swordlight, it could cleave the drifting clouds between the peaks and split the forest mist. Every move, every form, was carved into his flesh and blood, familiar enough to send his heart into a frantic gallop. He could clearly feel the texture in his palm as he gripped the sword; he could feel Spiritual Power coursing smoothly through his meridians; he could feel the lightness of his robes lifting in the wind. That was the shape etched into his soul—the most val

I muttered under my breath, panting. The beasts kept coming, but I was faster now, stronger. Each swing of the sword tore through flesh and bone, the hum of the blade mixing with the chaos around me. And then, through the madness, I saw it. Far off in the distance—standing atop a ridge—was a massive creature, its entire body glowing red like molten metal. Its scales shimmered crimson, and the air around it seemed to warp from sheer heat. Flanked by towering guards, it watched me with cold, intelligent eyes.

Gertrude asked with a fake smile. I pulled out the sword from my abdomen and wrapped the injury with a piece of cloth. We left the scene and headed for the palace. . “But how did you know that he wasn’t dead?” Luke curiously asked. “When fighting Gertrude, I noticed that his wounds heal faster and that’s why he was called immortal, but he isn’t. All immortals grow old and die but he’s the only immortal that doesn’t grow old, which means that he generated this immortality spell differently. I knew he couldn’t be killed so I took the trouble of carrying him along. He will stay with me from now on,” I said. We continued our journey.

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.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a