Immortality Drama นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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.

I asked hesitantly. “A mortal wouldn’t understand what it means when immortality genes don’t activate in an immortal. Normal life?” Claude scoffed. “That concept is not just foreign to us. It’s absurd. It’s forbidden for an immortal to even think about death.” “Why?” I asked. “With a weak blood, death won’t just cross our minds — we’ll witness it, and eventually, we might yearn for it,” Vish murmured, her words hanging heavy in the air. “And craving death... that’s the darkest curse an immortal can inflict upon themselves. An endless curse.”

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

________________________________________ Xandra woke up seeing the handsome figure in front of her as she gasped clutching the comforter in her small hands. She tried to get back from him, she feared him. "Alexandra, it's me. Don't be afraid," he tried to make her calm. "Yea, it is you whom I am afraid of," she answered giving him pains in his immortal heart. "This is true that I am an Immortal... An Immortal Billionaire, you would say," he scoffed at his last sentence as he walked towards the window. "I hide it from you and every possible person I could. But I am not an evil person, Alexandra."

It starts with us, and ends with us. And that is the finale of battle of the immortals. It ended tragically, but it was for a greater good of the world.

’ Quinlynn darkly thought. After they finished watching that horrible drama, Quinlynn was traumatised for life. ‘What the hell in the earth did that guy Milliam Shokklspeare made Roliet an immortal being and Jumeo his corpse bride?! The tragic Romanic story should not be a full-blown race war between fantasy races that somehow appear in the drama. ’

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 almost lost My Lady to their evil scheming. She was to be used as means to boost the vitality of those beasts to grant them immortality.” Mei’s last lines cause a substantial degree of change in Dyrean, his Father, and Stella who returns to the room. Stella is quick to attack, “What do you mean by immortality? Sorah, you have such a frightening ability? That’s outrageous!” “Is this true, Lady Sorah?” Dyrean questions with stern eyes. “You escaped because you were going to be exploited of your power?” Stella clicks her tongue at Dyrean and debunks rudely, “They might’ve failed woefully but that uncouth brother of yours sure did succeed in that part, huh?”