Immortal Venerable's Order Novels & Stories

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

We fought on the side of the gods because of our undying loyalty to them with what they have given us. The opposers came out of the woods as evil and vile creatures. Black and blue bodies that leak from every orifice a black tar, if we touched the black tar we died a horrible and horrendous death. Their eyes were black and deadened. They never seem to die because when they were struck their bodies rose again. The man in charge of this group of defiled creatures? No one knows. But he knows who we are, the ins and outs of being immortal, and I feel like he gets closer to us every day.

The council members exchanged glances, their faces etched with a mix of awe and reverence, as they grasped the magnitude of the moon goddess's plan. Then, the screens flickered to life once more, revealing a series of images that left the council members breathless. Pictures of Aethon, the Ascended of Ky'Rennei Collective, appeared alongside five other formidable figures: Rage, the fierce dragon shifter; David, the wise Prince of Atlantis; Abatrose, the just King of the Meridians; Kieran, the enigmatic Vampire King; and Niklaus, the powerful Mayan/Vampire King who reigned supreme. The council members' eyes widened as they took in the sheer might of these six powerful mates, each one a force

Thana stated, backing me up. “Let’s get started.” My team paired off into groups of two, leaving me to spare with Thana, my second in command. We practiced with our blades and blocking oncoming attacks. Although guns now existed, immortal creatures had no interest in them, mostly because they did little damage to immortals, it was the equivalent of shooting a person with a BB gun. Not effective at all, that is aside from the special handguns the order gave out with blessed bullets, those could kill a vampire instantly, but they were hard to get and were only given to the generals.

“The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud. Olken Vaud was one of the founding members of the Mage Council since its secret inception in the year 1396. He was a brilliant wizard and dearest friend. He helped created the mage’s creed that we hold dear to this day. ‘Magus vitaliae ni gaok da compadiu

~Vaela Morality is a punishing thing. Been there. Done that. Died young, spent nearly a century in death before arriving here. The immortal realm, where I am to live out a not so immortal existence, as I shall eventually die. The name must have sounded nice in its creation. The only true immortality belongs to the pure-bloods. Dark, twisted individuals with magic beyond their means. Magic to crush realms, to torture and abuse. Eyla’s voice echoes through my subconscious, jolting me from my vacant thoughts.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Marius smirked. “You never understood, Bain. Power isn’t won through loyalty—it’s taken.” “You sold us out to Valeria,” Vulture growled. “She offered what you couldn’t—immortality.” Seraphina’s eyes narrowed as she raised her staff. “Foolish. She’ll hollow you out like the rest.” Marius sneered. “Enough talk.” At his signal, waves of Hollow acolytes surged from the shadows. IV. The Ambush

“There’s Callan Maverick who reached the seventh rank a century ago. Now, he has reached the peak of the eighth rank and climbed the third stair of the Skyward Stairway. His Decimation of Immortality is unrivaled in the world and can neutralize all incoming attacks. “There’s also Winston Blithe whose Blithe Fist of Abomination would decimate all enemies. “Let’s also not forget Bennett Caden whose Thirteen Heavenly Swords would shake the heaven and earth.” “Also, there’s Yaakov Johnston. The Whirlwind Sword Technique of the Johnstons is remarkable indeed. “There’s also Xavi Lee whose Dragon Hymn is unparalleled in the world. “The Sylvan Sect’s Master Maha’s Sinew Metamorphosis is world-renown

Tobias smiled and strum on his artifact. The rhythm was fast and the message it wanted its audience to perceive was only the abundance of chaos. The million enemy cultivators who prostrated before him stood up and engaged the sight of horror in their midst. Thus, the battle for the survival of the Vestal Virgin Sect finally restarted in an epic duel of 6 Half Step Immortals. "Please stop..." Maru whispered. His tears had continuously marred his face askew. A sight not fit for someone with his status and power.