Immortality Drama Novels & Stories

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

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.”

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

(Simion POV) Sitting here late in the evening in my office trying to think of my next plan to help my mom. She's been ill for ten years now. Not one doctor can find a reason why for her illness. When she first became ill, we all thought it was just a cold. After a few months it became worse and doctors thought it might be Pneumonia. As more months go by and my mother gets worse. Her coughs become wheezing with other issues, after years of this she begins having heart problems. Doctors don't know what is causing these conditions or how to fix them. They do tell me if I don't find something or someone that can help her that she will not last this year, they are surprise she lived this long. Fo

The ancient obsession of immortals terrified by the concept of permanence. I turn toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city glows beneath the night like veins of molten gold threading through darkness. Five years ago diplomacy stopped interesting me. Mercy became inefficient shortly after I lost Rose. The old houses still whisper about the shift. They call it tyranny now. Ruthlessness. Cruelty. Perhaps they are right. Grief hollows a man eventually. Even an immortal one. Especially an immortal one. Behind me Damon leans casually against the bar. “Shall I inform them His Majesty is indisposed?” he asks lazily. “Exhausted from vigorous diplomatic negotiations?”

“Hector can't come back anymore, it's his choice. Aubrey, come back to hell with me, live a carefree life, and help me manage everything, I will grant you immortality and greatness like a thousand other demigods; then you will be honored in the history books as Persuaus or Jason or even Achille.” “Immortal…” Aubrey tearfully looked at Hades with helpless eyes, he sat down on the ground, his whole body relaxed. “Do you think everyone in this world needs immortality. Do you know how much Hector suffered while living an immortal life? Immortality is not a gift, it is a punishment, the confinement of human greed. Do you have to see the person you love die in front of you, but you can't die? That

"I mean, people have their beliefs, of course. Maybe it's heaven and hell or reincarnation. Some believe your soul is set free and you're at peace, others believe you're on some other side, maybe some sort of ghost. Maybe there's nothing at all, and when you die, you're just left to eternal nothingness... Those are the theories, but no one actually knows. For all we know, we could get to choose, and those are all the options." "Get to the point, Livi," Emilia sets her sister back on track, an amused huff at the girls' rambles. "The point is, an immortal will never know." Liviana says. "They're blessed- or... cursed with eternal life. And life and death aren't exactly the best of friends." "I