Immortality Drama Novels & Stories

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.

Daylen wished to avoid having to watch Syvan die again. "Everyone I love dies on me. I'm tired of funerals," Daylen explained. Those few words allowed Seva a peek at his soul. The man understood him immediately. The curse of immortality is having to watch the people around you grow old and perish while you continue to exist. Such was the case with Daylen, everyone he loved and cared for passed away leaving him with a cemetery full of names of the people that used to be. Seva nodded. "I'll send him home at once," he accepted. Syvan panicked.

They were clever, ancient, and willing to do whatever it took to get what they wanted. "You know immorality is a curse, Emma." He spoke with a smirk playing on his lips. I knew what he was going to do next. My heartbeat increased, knowing this was the last moment of this life. It was true that immortality was a curse if one had to live alone.

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

If he only lives 150 years, that's a small fraction of my life, and then I have to face eternity without him? He's half demon, so maybe he's immortal too? But as far as I know, he has no living grandparents or great-grandparents…I know he said his grandparents died shortly after his mother was killed…but was it old age that killed them? That's where his immortality gene would come from. I put my clammy hand on my head, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach, as I turn and look at Roman. I meet his concerned gaze. "Are you…are you…what about you?" I say, my voice barely even a squeak as understanding and then questioning filter through the bond, and my airways start to close. He doesn't know.

Could that mean… Eyes wide, head lifting up from the screen, I mutter under my breath. “Mr. Hanks sacrifices his wives to maintain their lifeline to the wolf in the dungeon.” Chills race down my spine recalling I’ve witnessed this before. According to ancient tales, when one wants to become immortal, one must give something else in exchange. A life for life. My uncle, Enzo wanted to do that which was what caused a major rift between him and my father two centuries ago. That is the same tactic the Slayers used. That means… Those men are immortal.

“You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long before you die. Tell me, Drogo… you miss being immortal, don’t you?” My jaw ticks. “If you were still immortal, that poison would have no effect on you,” he says. “You’re wrong," I counter. "I don’t miss being immortal. Not with the price that came with it.” My breathing steadies after healing enough. “Those periods of time were replays of what your father did to me. They broke me every day until the goddess sent me mercy.” “I heard you cursed the moon goddess every night. And now you are taking her side?” he asks.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

William's explanation doesn't help. Sure, it's better than nothing, but it doesn't give us an idea of this blessing or curse. "What sort of blessing would someone see as a curse? A blessing is a blessing." Kellan laughs. "Immortality, protection against magic, different types of bonds. There's a lot to be fair; many would see immortality as a good thing, but others would want to end it quickly." Darius speaks and continues to look through whatever William has given to him. "Keep going. It's better than nothing right now. Maybe we can find answers in these papers, then I don't have to order people to dig up some graves." He goes back to the papers.