Immortality Drama Novels & Stories

"This isn't a future where everyone survives." "No." The Mirror King pointed toward Aria. "It's the future where everyone survives... except themselves." THE HIDDEN TRUTH Aria stared at him. "What does that mean?" "The people of this world were given immortality." Noah frowned. "So why are they dying?" "They aren't." Everyone looked around. The burning buildings. The explosions. The screams. None of it was real. The Mirror King snapped his fingers. Everything froze. The flames stopped. The people stopped. The collapsing buildings stopped in midair.

That came like a bombshell. “Then why do you want to see me if you don't miss me”? “Because I feel like”. He took a leaf from the tree branches and played with it. “Don't you have a family”? “They are all dead”. “Oh. Sorry”. “You don't need to be. People will eventually die so it's unenviable”. “But you guys are immortal. They shouldn't die”. “Immortals only live for thousands of years. The ones with high cultivation live for millions of years”.

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?”

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

I'm not interested in that but I just asked. Grandfather shook his head. "The king does not age even in the mortal world he will live forever. But we who became immortal because of his blood cannot do that." He answered me. I blinked. Does that mean I will get old when I return to the Philippines? Probably, I was immortal, but that was because of Elijah's blood. I was turned into a human after rebirth but I reversed back again into being an immortal. "Grandpa, do you know that I have returned to immortality?" I asked him again. I don't know if he knows or not.

I grabbed him pulling him toward me. "No you can't do this to me," I sobbed as his lifeless eyes looked up at me. I rested my head on his chest overcome by my sorrow. I hadn't realized how much I had grown to care for him. Zavier cheered a sadistic cheer, a joyful celebration to him. I watched as a glowing light entered my body and I knew Van had done what he said, given me immortality but it was a cursed immortal life without him. I felt rage pounding inside me as I stood facing Zavier. "You killed him!"

I had later figured out that he was the president's son after I saw some ladies talking about him. I suddenly wanted to ask something, but hesitated. "You want to say something?" Drake asked, noticing my pause. "The Immortal," I declared, my voice firm. "What about him?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "If someone is an immortal, it does mean they can't die, even if it takes a thousand years," I explained, my tone serious. "Please, when he appears next, ignore him, don't fight him," I urged, speaking with deep concern. Drake's expression changed, and he declared, "You should be supporting a Whitewater who's willing to liberate all Whitewaters from slavery."

the councilor said, and my attention snapped back to her…and the file in her hand. “Nothing.” She arched a brow at me. “I mean it. Nothing. My mom would never tell me anything about him. He got her pregnant and then ran off and left her. He’s a deadbeat.” “Some of the elders top researchers have been studying your energy signature over the last few months,” she said. “Attempting to discover how you—an alleged human—was able to achieve a partial shift.” “And?” My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame.

I just watch and listen more often to what they talk about over and over again. To be honest, I am not interested with that immortal's blood. It feels so...boring to have that kind of power. Eternal life, immortal? Isn't that thing boring? I'm only doing this because I swore to help. And I don't care about death, life or even on that immortality. "And we could live forever too. We will not die, we will be the superior and lycans will bow under us." What can you do in this world. My stomach is turning over at the pace of this conversation.

"We need to find a way to become immortal." I tell my family the next morning. "All of us. Together. So I'm never alone. So I never choose the Absolute." Luna looks worried. "Immortality isn't a gift, Mom. It's a curse. Living forever. Watching everything change. Everyone you love dying anyway because immortality never extends to everyone." "Then we make it extend to everyone." I stand. Determined. "We find a way. We research. We experiment. We don't give up."