Immortal Venerable's Order Novels & Stories

He was a Level-1 invincibilis fighter so he could be described as being their nightmare made real! No matter how confident Keyne was, he did not think he could defeat Evilasius. In fact, with Evilasius’ there, he probably could not even escape. He was petrified. He felt as if he could see death in his eyes along with the complete annihilation of the Medusa Dames! The rest of the club members were even more terrified. They turned ghastly pale and were scared out of their wits. “It’s the Order of the Solar Temple. It’s the Order of the Solar Temple for real…”

(Elijah) The Eternal Night Division was one of Aeternum's many secret military divisions, but it was undoubtedly the most formidable. Unlike the Special Forces, the Eternal Night Division surpassed all others in every aspect—physical attributes, effectiveness, and tactical prowess. What set them apart even further was the fact that every soldier in the division was a vampire, granting Aeternum an army of undying elite soldiers. However, it was precisely because they were vampires that their existence had to remain hidden. In the current age, vampires were still regarded as evil creatures, not just another race of humans. Revealing their existence would severely damage Aeternum's reputation a

Seraphine felt the terror immediately. These were the beings whispered about in the oldest guardian legends. The Firstborn. The original immortal race that existed before wolves, before guardians, before most of the world itself. And they were all dead. All of them. Seraphine’s breath caught. At the center of the battlefield stood one figure. Him. But not the man beside her. This version of him was something else entirely. His eyes burned like black suns. Dark power spiraled around him like a living storm.

Seventy-eight dead in forty minutes according to Silas's count. That's not winning. That's mutual slaughter. Which is exactly what the Hermetic Order wants. Maximum casualties equals maximum specimens. I try another fighter. Valentina. She's closer. Shooting vampires with precision. "Valentina! Listen!" She glances at me. "What?" "Hermetic Order is building trap spell. Underneath the battlefield. It'll capture everyone when it activates." "When does it activate?" "Don't know. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. But we need to retreat before it completes."

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!"

I asked, voice barely above a whisper. The warrior paused, collecting his thoughts as if weighing whether or not to speak. “Varyn is no mere warlord, girl. He’s cursed—immortal, bound by a dark magic that not even death can break. He is reborn every time he falls, each resurrection making him stronger. That’s why you’ve never been able to defeat him. Each time he dies, he’s reborn with more power, more cruelty.” The room went deathly quiet. Lucien’s grip on the table tightened, his knuckles turning white. His voice was strained as he spoke. “That’s impossible. No one is truly immortal. Not even Varyn.”

"And I believe I have already told you this story during your earlier days with us." "Not that one." Sethlzaar shifted where he sat, adjusting so that he drew nearer to her. "I mean if a person is addressed as the Immortal Aegis." Helva thought a moment. "And when was this?" "A while before I came to you people." "Well," she mused, "there is a prophecy that has survived the millennia. One of a child born to the night. Every god has a vessel born to them in every generation, be it a gift to them of Ayla or a gift from mankind, no one knows. However, there stands a god whose vessel is neither born in every generation, nor a gift from any. It is said that his vessel is a curse on Ayla and man.

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

When I slip into Velthra to get away, my puppet incubus father is already waiting there and drags me back into the mortal realm, baring his fangs in pure hatred. I'm strong, but my strength can't compare to that of the Liminal order, who, as far as we know, are neither humans nor pure Nobles like us. They were not born, they were created. So, they are and always have been frustratingly stronger than I am, especially when they're working together like this. "Permit me to kill his little bitch. It would teach this Wretch a lesson," the fool who fathered me hisses. I grow still at that.

Across the continent where Roy, Kieran, Tanaka and Brock lived, there was a force, a force that protected the land. The Celestial Watch. Ten divisions of power that vow and work under the king. Each division held its own dominion. Div 1: Vanguard Div 2: The Recon Div 3: The Enforcers Div 4: The Medics Div 5: The Shadows Div 6: The Artisans Div 7: The Sentinels Div 8: The Scholars Div 9: The Judicators Div 10: The Warden Each had their own area of what they deal in, and they have a hierarchy, from 1 to 10; the higher the number, the more power they have over the people.