Immortality Drama Novels & Stories

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

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. ’

Elena needs to be born in a place of mortals, away from immortals, away from Wysteria. "Forgive me your majesty for what I'm going to do, but even if you're destined for her, you can't protect her from something that wants to kill Elena," Sicario whispered words he wanted to convey to the king of Valeria. His oration also began. The surroundings are lighting up and his power will start to come out. He performs one of the forbidden rituals, turning an immortal temporarily mortal. It can remove the smell of an immortal while living as a mortal on the surface world. He will stay away from the demons who are chasing the immortals who have no opponents.

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.”

“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.”