Immortality Drama Novels & Stories

I dreaded everyday thinking I won't be able to see her. "People have started to call me immortal. Survival was never easy for me. I poured myself into work to keep me occupied but it never worked." I let out all things bolted inside me thinking it would give me a little peace but bolted feelings never disappear. Kane stopped talking to me. He would only appear where I was going for fights or when he sensed danger. I could sense him losing his control on emotion. When Kane became sad he wished to go swimming on cold rivers until the Icy water blocked his senses.

"Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?" "Yeah, the whole overlapping generations thing takes some getting used to, I guess. Mostly we just say cousin and ignore the details." "All these years I never knew there were immortals who lived like this," I told him. "Not always moving, changing identities, living alone. It's like I've been in a box for the last century."

Terrifying explosions continued to ring out as Caspian continued to absorb his life force. "Alas... The people in the Mortal World have limitations after all. Once I use the secret technique of longevity, they will surely die!" The woman in the court dress sighed with emotion. Although her secret technique also had a certain lethality to the people in the immortal world, the Immortal was still an Immortal after all. The real Immortal would not be absorbed to death by her like this, but it was hard to say for the cultivator in the inferior world. It could not be said that they had no chance of survival, because powerful descendants of the Immortal occasionally appeared in the Mortal World, bu

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

And how? I really love her and I won't be able to live If I'd killed her. Now I have to choose between my personality and my emotions. It's really hard to make a decision in times like this. And Master isn't even helping matters. He keeps manipulating my dreams indirectly. And manipulating me into killing her. If I don't kill her, I'll lose my post and powers as an immortal to a mortal, but if I kill her, I'll lose my heart and mind. What sort of dilemma is this?

~Vaela Morality is a punishing thing. Been there. Done that. Died young, spent nearly a century in death before arriving here. The immortal realm, where I am to live out a not so immortal existence, as I shall eventually die. The name must have sounded nice in its creation. The only true immortality belongs to the pure-bloods. Dark, twisted individuals with magic beyond their means. Magic to crush realms, to torture and abuse. Eyla’s voice echoes through my subconscious, jolting me from my vacant thoughts.

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.

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.

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.