Immortal Venerable's Order Novels & Stories

And I do not give a shit if they are immortal, I only want to … wait. “Did you say immortal?” I ask Gustav. “Yes,” he smiles contentedly. “All thanks to their vampire blood. And with a little help from us, they are immune to silver and, well, mostly anything. Bullets, arrows, wooden stakes, you name it. They’re unstoppable, stronger, and faster than any other being on this planet. But the best part is that they are completely loyal. They will not disobey any order from a member of the Council.” “Fascinating,” I mutter, but truthfully, I want to shit my pants. There is no way of stopping these things. If the Council sets free these things, we will be in deep shit, and there will be nowhere to

As Reavers, my kin and I possessed a unique gift, immortality. However, this blessing came with a crucial caveat: while we wouldn't succumb to the natural passage of time, we could still fall in battle. My brothers and I were the exceptions to this rule, bound by different circumstances that rendered us virtually unkillable. The rest of our kind, though, could be slain, albeit with great difficulty. Their immortal lives could be extinguished, and in those rare cases a funeral was custom.

Then came the great order of Um-Mu, who would be the administrators and guardian priests of the so-called temples of the Midnight Sun, where they would guard and administer the order and the priests who would search and train around the world, every descendant of the order and destined son, who would be the avatar every 200 years, amidst putting down roots in the city of Lovecraft County. Unlike the chosen and avatar of ruin who would be born every 200 years, his parents were mortal, but the children were immortal, however, he only became immortal when he reached the age of majority and went through the ceremony, when he died, he would follow one cycle and reincarnate every 200 years, so he

After years of comfort and negligence, they had cultivated a formidable opponent or ignored the sentiments of independent immortals for too long, leading to this rebellion. Heavenly Order's intelligence network was unparalleled, with close ties to the maritime immortal region. Their decision-makers knew that the beast swarm this time was exceptionally fierce, potentially the most severe in a thousand years, making a retreat to the central land very likely. At that moment, they needed only to prepare to secure the division of benefits and collect temporary residence fees from the maritime immortal region, ensuring the comfortable maintenance of their order for another thousand years.

"The warlord. I'm looking for him." He stared for a second, then burst out laughing again. "You really are drunk, aren't you? How many bottles did you steal from the cellars?" My throat tightened. "What do you mean?" "Darius Venn's been dead for centuries," he said, still smiling. "You only hear stories about him now. They teach his tyranny in schools. You must be new here if you don't know that." His words slammed into me, dull and heavy. "Dead?" I repeated. "He just—he just killed me moments ago."

we thought the consortium would have you in sector Omega centuries ago destroyed. My name is Sentinel Vane. I command this bunker.” “They tried Sentinel,” replied Kael dry. “But I’m hard to kill. Vane's glitt to me. She must have my collapsing equipment, Tool backpack and the old modified rifle on my back. ‘And the is...? No armor of the Old World. She looks like a plunder from the Ödland.” Kael immediately stepped in front of me, a protective, instinctive movement. His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Your words should be carefully selected,

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

Damon gets to his feet, walking over to the glass window to look outside, his hands in his pockets, "From what I know, my mother assured me that we would be given a higher ranks in the organization. They're not killing every shifter, according to her. According to what lies they have been fed, they will be placed on top of the food chain of their kind. That’s not all. There was something else as well but I never got to hear it. I was unable to keep my cool to find out more. At which point she stopped talking. She realized that I had no intention of joining her. But what I do know is that we are dealing with this organisation and it might just be the Order of Eternity.” “I was told that it di

"I'm sorry, I just got too excited." I shook my head. "It's fine. If you're surprised because I'm young, just think about when I met the King of Valeria who was the oldest of all." I still giggled because I remembered when I found out that he was the oldest person on the face of the earth, immortal or human. It seemed surprised. "He seems to be the lord of the immortals because his blood runs through us. He is the reason we are immortal." He answered. We continued to draw even as we talked. That wasn't a problem, he was getting sleepy.

Valerie said. “So, who are these Immortals? What are they?” Angela asked. “They’re just like you Heralds, only a step lower in the power pyramid. The Immortals spiritually and physically represent elements that serve as the major building blocks of nature. We have found three of them, but there's still about five left, so we need to be quick,” Nicole explained. “So... who are the Immortals you've found?” Angela asked, jumping off her bed, which was above Valerie’s.