Immortal Weakling Novels & Stories

A claw swiped across my vision, and before I could react, the blow hit me full-on. Pain. Blinding, suffocating pain. I flew backward, slammed into the sand, and rolled several meters before coming to a stop. The shotgun flew from my grip, skidding away. The laser pistol landed even farther. My whole body screamed in protest as I tried to get up. I couldn’t. Not properly. My arms felt heavy. My chest burned. Why do I feel so weak? Either the beast was absurdly strong—or my powers, my strength, whatever had once made me special—was gone. Maybe this world was suppressing it. Maybe it was draining me. Either way, I was in deep trouble.

He spent some minutes in the bathroom and during that time, Camilla tried her best to gather strength and run away though she was very weak because Sebastian had almost drained all the blood she had in her body. "Camilla you can do this, he's taking some time in there. Just run for it!" She said inwardly as she struggled to wear her shorts and bra that were on the edge of the bed and make a run for it. She was finally able to wear them seconds later but she had a hard time standing on her two feet. Every part of her body felt weak and mustering up strength to run from this man will take a toll on her later but she didn't care at this point. All she wanted at this moment was to be away from S

Its surface was covered with cracks, and a red light overflowed. Boom! A long and beautiful leg swept across the air and hit the waist of the expert from the Lycan race. Although the cultivation of the Immortal Master of the Lycan race was strong, he was still a wolf. A wolf had a soft waist. It's his fatal weakness. The round kick of the Five-colored Immortal Master was comparable to that of a Divine Relic, and it almost broke his back. The Immortal Master of the Lycan race screamed miserably. His bones and tendons were broken. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew out, smashing into a mountain peak.

“Did you really think that a silly little girl like you, a girl who has no idea how to use her own powers, could hurt me with her words?” “I'm going to kill you, Chloe,” he growled. “You are the last in the direct line of the moon goddess's children. The last wolf who is pure blood royalty.” I hit him with a look. “You’re nothing more than a jealous old rat who has nothing better to do than scare people with empty threats and run away when real danger arises.” Some of Wendell's human hunters perked up at my words, nodding in agreement. “He keeps running away whenever there’s trouble, leaving us dead,” one of them muttered.

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.

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

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

“You are strong, far stronger than all the cupbearers that came before you. And you are special.” I hang onto his words, needing the consolation, needing them to be true. I don’t want to die, the concept of death is a myth to me. If it’s not by a duel, there is no way an immortal like me should drop dead. The idea that I could drop any second without ever even knowing what’s wrong with me is terrifying. “Neem.” Prince Ismir’s voice is firm, commanding my attention. “Listen to me. I will never let anything hurt you.” He says.

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."