Immortality Drama Novels & Stories

"If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation." Mom didn't take the document. Her gaze swept around the entire room. After a long moment, she suddenly forced an ugly smile that looked grotesque. "This must be a lie! To think the police are colluding with Flora to put on a show. Is this fun for you? The makeup looks pretty real. But if you think you can fool me, you're far from it!" As she spoke, she reached out to tug at my already cold body on the bed. "Flora, stop putting on this pathetic act in front of me. Do you think pretending to be dead will work? Let me tell you—"

“I have an offer that might solve several of your problems. Including the one sitting in the hospital bed beside you right now.” “I’m listening.” “Immortality,” Darius says simply. “A true turning. Not the half-life most vampires endure, but the real gift. Eternal youth, boundless strength, and perfect health. For your grandmother. For you, if you ever wish it. All I ask in return is a conversation. And perhaps… a small favor regarding your hybrid research.” The words hang in the air like poison wrapped in silk. Tempting. Dangerously tempting. Laura watches me curiously as my grip on the phone tightens.

Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts. There was no protocol for what Lisa had just seen. She had never heard of anything like that happening in all her time as a reaper. Humans were born, they lived and they died, the end. That was the iron law of the universe that every human was subject to without exception. Of course, some could get lucky and survive fatal incidents but no one was so lucky that their wounds instantly healed. Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.

“Well, for two reasons. One, shifting in a vacuum to another dimension is impossible; you will continue waking up in it and reliving it for eternity. Two, you have seen his face and, with your help, we can track him down.” We continued to talk for a while as she tried to make us understand what they would need from us, and how we would help them track Drell, and as the talk continued, I left the conversation and went to a corner. I stood there and gripped my chest as tears flowed through my eyes as I said…… “they aren’t dead” over and over. I was relieved. What awaited me was a non-ending, continuous adventure of amazing stuff. Knowing that the solution to obtaining immortality was just reme

“So, you mean you’re immortal as well?” Luna asked in shock. They were on their way home at that moment. Ella was also in her uncle’s car on the way back, so they were three in his car. Ella and Simon tell Luna about Simon’s “immortality.” But as expected, she was a little surprised, although Luna had seen everything that had happened there. “If that’s what they call me, I’m probably immortal,” said Simon. “He can heal quickly, Luna, so no matter what weapon you use on Uncle, he won’t die, even the poison,” said Ella.

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

Draco inhaled it like incense. “You smell like her,” he murmured, and the fog around us revealed glimpses of the battlefield. Wolves limped with broken limbs. Witches lay pale and unmoving. Bodies cooled in the dirt. He savored the carnage. “This is what immortality looks like. Loss without consequence.” “Then die,” I whispered. He laughed, and his claws lengthened. “You cannot kill what is already dead.” “You are not dead,” I replied. “You are rotten.” I rushed him.

She clearly didn’t want to be here, but she, too, understood the gravity of the situation. The soft hum of inaudible murmurs hung in the hall, occasionally pierced by the groans of the elder impaled on the chandelier above. I tapped my fingers against the armrest, watching his agonized body writhe in pain. His cries for mercy had reduced to pitiful whimpers. This was the dark part of being an immortal. Being an immortal wasn’t always all about roses and daisies. One wrong decision, one misstep and an immortal’s life could turn into an eternal suffering.

Shock couldn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. My mind raced and I felt like I was just looping around in my head. All my thoughts were jumbled. Putting together everything that they were doing to me, it didn’t make any sense. They healed me, made me stronger, continued to experiment on me but it had done nothing but really build me up. “Why…why would you even bother doing that to me?” Hector seemed to have the same swirling confusion. “Honestly, immortality is lonely. It was a gamble, sure, but now you two have each other for forever. Aren’t I nice? You call me a monster but here I am, saving your love life and an impending doom of the death of your mate.”

I would have flipped my shit if he told me when I first came with him. “When I became a necromancer, I had to die, and when I brought myself back to life, I came back immortal. When you became my familiar, you also became immortal.” My eyes go wide. Okay, that’s not something I saw coming. “I know it feels overwhelming, and I should have warned you beforehand, but you were already so overwhelmed I didn’t want to push you over the edge. I know the idea of forever is intimidating. We can give up our immortality at any time and die of old age. Just remember you can still die, Ari. Immortal doesn't mean indestructible. I have to stay immortal for a bit to make sure our kids and grandkids are set