Immortality Drama Novels & Stories

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

Their kings and queens are the most powerful immortals in all of Wysteria. They are called immortals because they do not die and do not age like normal people. They can be killed at will and murdered. There is no old man to be found in Wysteria. Most of the citizens of each kingdom also live richly, but there are places in each kingdom where simple citizens live, and simple life is enough for them.

But if Dane really loves me, as he implied, I can’t just let this go. I don’t want to live my life with what-ifs and regrets. I love him. “Are you hearing yourself right now? Hiding it, making no promises of a future…. stealing moments. This isn’t some romance drama, Kales. None of that is as cozy and sweet as it sounds. It’s soul-destroying. It’s messing with emotions. We’ll end up hating each other. For real this time.” He lowers his voice to a further hushed tone, glancing around, aware pupils are walking in and out and heading downstairs. We’re not completely alone.

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

"Blood banks, animals... But again, I assure you that no one is killed. Above all, we seek to integrate ourselves into the world of the living." "Why try to fit in? After all, you're much more powerful than humans." "Believe it or not, we don't really see our condition as a gift. Immortality can be an ordeal and clouds our minds. Staying among the living helps us preserve our humanity." I watch him carefully. I can't understand what they feel but I've never found the idea of being immortal very attractive. Since Draven seems inclined to speak, I decide to pursue my questioning. "The thing with the mirrors, is true right?" His expression darkens slightly. I must have touched a raw nerve.

“Do you dream your immortality ends someday and you’re craving for being a human again, Knight Richard?” Knight Richard rose from his seat. He walked into the projection of sunlight that coming through the window glass. He was standing motionlessly. The sunlight made a tiny hole in his chest. He winced and in an ephemeral moment, the hole on his chest seemed like a wound that recovered its abrasion at a rapid speed. Claudia gasped as her eyes witnessed it. Knight Richard turned his back to Claudia and walked to approach his seat. “I’ve reached my immortality but I am ready to surrender it for my everlasting peace.”

She was betrayed by the man she loved. He intended to use the woman he hated. Lorraine Silvius thought losing her sight was the cruelest thing fate could give her, until she discovered the person she trusted most had been lying to her all along. Determined to uncover the secrets surrounding her mother’s death, she enters the territory of Alexavian Lancaster—the immortal Alpha of the Crimson Pack. A man who has spent centuries despising witches. Bound by secrets, old hatred, and a dangerous attraction neither of them expected, Lorraine and Alexavian must uncover the lies buried beneath centuries of betrayal. Because the closer they get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tel

I killed the old bastard, which means the Academy is now following the memory of a male who wants something and is no longer following actual orders. “Please, he’s not dead.” Harmon laughs; it's quickly followed by a choking cough which makes me think her injuries are serious and are starting to affect her system. “He’s fucking immortal, you moron!” I roll my eyes and Low snorts into the whisky bottle. There are many things in this world that defy the laws of science but immortality is not one of them, it's not possible to live forever and if it was, shifters would have that knowledge before humans. If long-term life were possible, we wouldn’t be on the brink of extinction, and our past scie

“You are alive, and that's enough. You don't need to worry about anything tonight.” “And who said I am worrying about anything?” I step closer, close enough to feel the chill radiating from his immortal body, close enough to see the hunger beginning to burn behind his mesmerizing amber eyes. He wants me. I can see it. I want him too. “Draven,” I call softly, refusing to release his hand. “Don't leave. I want to do this, not because I owe you, but because I want to. Allow me to thank you properly. I want to be your exclusive blood thrall tonight. Use me. Drink from me. Take everything you crave.”