Immortality A Love Story Novels & Stories

She finishes sadly, quickly wiping a stray tear off her face. I can only sigh at this. I still haven’t told her about the immortality. “Love, if you decide to accept me, you will be bound to immortality too. I haven’t explained it too well, I suppose, but the curse that witch brought on my father was placed before she separated the souls. Which is why once the split halves are merged into one, both their bearers are cursed into eternal life.” “So nothing can… kill you?” Ivy winces at the last part, frowning deeply.

I was trying hard not to snap at him. “I know. If an immortal falls in love with a mortal, their life after the mortal’s death becomes nothing less than a curse. They lose their will to live, and they start craving death. And an immortal should never crave death because if they do, the pain of their existence becomes unbearable. I know, Raven.” “Yet you’re doing it again! Did you forget how bad it hurt—” “And it hasn’t stopped hurting ever since,” Ezra said with a faint smile. I grabbed his collar, lifting him to his feet and slammed him into the wall.

"Love is just something that happens to us, something that comes into our lives without permission." Aphirielle had warned me about Malakar, said a god like him couldn't be capable of love, but I had shunned her off, had warned her never to speak of something like that ever again. I had believed Malakar was the one for me, but how wrong I was. Immorals didn't always get lucky with their hearts. The lucky immortals who had found the second half of their hearts were always with a human. After just a few years the humans die and leave the immoral without the other piece of their heart and soul. How cruel fate was.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

I honestly didn’t think that Ambrogio was going to entertain Tyler’s question, but I was shocked when he opened his mouth and said, “Selene’s undying love is what saved me. It is what has always saved me, and what will continue to save my soul from the darkness that threatens to take it, with this curse of immortality. It is a shame that you will never get to feel the immense power of love, as it is far greater than any power that can be gifted or consumed.” Tyler flat out began to laugh at Ambrogio, but his laughter was only a sign of weakness now to me, as I consumed Ambrogio’s heartfelt words. My greatest grandmother’s heart was full of nothing but love, and she had extended that love to

In the story that continues even after the person ends. That's immortality. Real immortality. The only immortality that matters. Being remembered. Being loved. Being the story that others tell. Forever. Aurora rests. But Aurora lives. In memories. In hearts. In love. Forever. That's the true ending. The genuine conclusion. The final Aurora truth. She's done. But she's eternal. Finished. But immortal. Resting. But living. Forever. In them. Through them. As their remembered love. As their Aurora. Forever.

I squinted and tried to read what they wrote. It says there that love bears the secret to immortality. He who loves shall live eternally. Amidst the curse of a missing piece, love shall bear a sacrificial being to find what was lost. It sounds like a riddle to me, a riddle so clear, yet vivid. The answers slowly sank in my head as I connected the missing parts of my theory.

“Immortality is far from the blessing you humans and wolves imagine it to be.” I tilt my head, genuinely curious. “Why not? If I were immortal, I’d do everything—travel the world incessantly, learn every language, master every science, eat every kind of food imaginable—” “—and never feel the genuine warmth of the sun again,” he cuts in gently, his eyes distant. “Never feel natural heat. You would watch every single person you ever loved grow old, wither, and die while you stay exactly the same age, exactly the same person. Immortality is watching an endless series of goodbyes.”

I remember how intensely I came on his cock, and my lower abdomen fills with heat and languor. “Tim,” I whisper, hugging the pillow, “I love you so much, Tim…” When I saw Sarkis's club burning on the news yesterday, I immediately knew it was Tim. It was terrifying, more terrifying than I've ever been. I pictured Tim wounded, burned, and suffocating from carbon monoxide.