Immortal Weakling Novels & Stories

Vicoliz said "Keep quiet and let me finish" Kema fired taking a glance at Vicoliz, then trailed his eyes down to his palms, and saw the ever glowing psalmist hand, then let out a brief smile. "Them all, think you are immortal, and everyone you resurrect is immortal. They are wrong and you know it. You still have a weakness, a fatal one" Kema paused for a while as he took a look at the furious face of Jackson and let out a laugh.

True power that could have easily vanquished any other artificially-enhanced mages who would have been nothing but mere expendables in the face of the Annihilation Times. None-flower Dust scoffed. "The Immortals' League is digging its own grave," he commented flatly, "What can these inept fools do with their artificially-enhanced power when the true second stage of the Annihilation Time is indeed here? They'd be nothing but scraps on the table for the Strong. Come the second stage, I would be allowed to unseal more of my power and I'd be able to easily pound them to dust with a lift of my finger."

This defies all laws of physics as it just cannot be. "How could you affect transformation with a soul in pieces? That's just impossible!" the old grandfather is gasping is incredulity; his face tired and remorseful as he can't accept his utter defeat on the hands of the devil. "Exactly! How can one be called immortal if he retains weakness? In my eyes you all trashes are just false immortals. Time to go old thief," the man then proceeded to drift towards the old grandfather. But before he could go far, a mighty arrow pierced his chest that came from his defenseless back.

Especially when her pride was still stinging after being knocked out by this witch at the Royal Ball. “It seems like she is young. From the looks of the time she's taking to heal, the healer doubts that maybe she might haven’t frozen in her immortality yet.” At Mercy's answer, Vladimir rolled his eyes in disbelief. Immortals were extremely vulnerable before they froze into their immortality because they can be killed by fatal injuries in their early years. Most immortals froze into their immortality in their early or late twenties. Esmeray can’t be that young. She spoke and fought with such fearlessness and confidence that only came with age.

“Now this feels even more weird seeing you are thousand year old, older than them. What a pervy old man.” “Pervy old man? I can assure you that you are the only girl who I have blessed with my attention as I am blessed to have yours and as for ‘old man’, I am very able, Rosa. Strong enough to take down a lion and faster than a cheetah. Not even the so called terminator in your action movie can defeat me in the battle of strength let alone an arm wrestling.” “That’s because you are an immortal vampire prince! Only fools would want try to take on you.”

“First I want to add that it’s a decision I do not regret because I am enjoying the privileges of which I never had as a human.” “Really?” Stan nodded with a small smile on his face. “Yes sir. I was turned by a fake changer and was used as a slave in his coliseum for many months until I decided to take another step. But I gained the strength of a warrior from those underground fights and I also have immortality.” “A long live span, you mean?” she argued. “I like to see it as immortality because I know how long I have lived in this world but can still look this young.” She defended.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

“That wasn’t a question, Winter. You’re beat up right now, and you don’t know how to use your abilities well enough to–” “I fought off half a dozen people,” I cut in. “Twice. I might be a little banged up, but I’m capable.” Already I feel the strength building in me, the power coming from a deep, yawning well. I feel like I could take on anyone. Unless they have a talisman like Heather does. For a moment, my knees feel weak. Is there anyone in there that can negate my strength? If they do, I’m as good as dead. I can’t think like that, though. All the people who screwed me over–Heather, Alice–are in there, but so are some good people, too. Brynn. Gregory. Headmaster Stroud and all the teacher

Mark asked, worriedly. Matilda stayed quiet for a moment then replied; “It's because you weren't resurrected in your former form but as a normal mortal but what could make you immortal is the potion which was prepared by Phoebe's blood” “So, are you trying to say that I'm human?” “Haven't you noticed?” Matilda said with a mocking smile. “That's why I'm telling you not to do anything insane because you are the weaker one, even an omega is more powerful than you”