Immortality Novels & Stories

Tessa’s POV “Immortality?” I gasped, blinking at him. “Are you saying the humans here can’t die?” “Everybody has kryptonite. But yes, it’s very difficult to kill them just like it’s difficult to kill us. Difficult but not impossible,” he answered. “Their aging has also been turned off. Essentially, they have the mortality of a vampire.” “Why would any human wish to live forever?” I asked, raising my brows. “Death is a fear known to many. We seek out those we feel could benefit immortality. Those who are dying and have no other choice other than death.”

“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’m not the only one who’s lost loved ones. Ask anyone in the Clan – any vampire, even – and every single one will have lost someone along the way. It’s the curse of immortality.” We picked our way out of the clearing and back onto the trail. “But she was immortal too,” I said, my tone lilting up at the end, questioning and curious. “Well, yeah. Immune to disease and a fast healer. But she wasn’t immune to death. None of us are.” His tone was nonchalant, but with a hard edge that said this conversation was over.

Prologue I saw you clear as sky, but why am I asking why? Have we met before? It feels like we’ve known each other for so long. Who are you? I really want to know you. “Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.” - Jacqueline Winspear

"You were the keeper of the realm of Memories. The realm contains all the memories of the living and the dead. They also contain the memories that were forgotten. The Elders made the realm because they wanted to keep track of what was going on with the world, since they were not allowed to set foot on either of the realms. They were only allowed to enter the realm of immortality since they were immortals, and it was the only way to protect themselves." "Why do they need protecting?" I asked. "Immortal blood is powerful and unpredictable. Think of it as an upgrade times 10000. On one hand, good or evil, it will turn out bad. That is why opening the realm of Cur

(IMMORTAL) “MY TWELVE GUARDIANS AND HOLDER OF THE GODS AND GODDESS. ME WHO IS THEIR PLEDGE MAIDEN AND THE BLESSED DAUGHTER OF THE HEAVENS. WE WILL NOT GET OLD, EVEN IF THE YEARS WILL PASS BY. OUR AGE WILL STOP AT EIGHTEEN FOR OUR LINE IS IMMORTAL, SO THAT WE CAN PROTECT THIS WORLD.” “Immortal.” Whispering the word more than once and many times within the day, she excitedly prepares everything that she needed as her isolation and lies of being dead is what everyone knows about her, and that very word is the title she is now holding.

Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts. There was no protocol for what Lisa had just seen. She had never heard of anything like that happening in all her time as a reaper. Humans were born, they lived and they died, the end. That was the iron law of the universe that every human was subject to without exception. Of course, some could get lucky and survive fatal incidents but no one was so lucky that their wounds instantly healed. Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.

“Tell me Miss Raven, do you have an idea what immortality is? Speak freely, I won't hurt Damien’s little princess,” “I don't,” I answer. “Of course you don't. You humans die of old age too quickly. My brothers and I, we have tasted immortality and have lived for centuries, do you agree we should just give that up to keep one little human alive?” he looks at me. I gulp. “I don't understand,”

Seeing centuries pass by like it was nothing, not being able to keep anyone by his side because they all died… Hold on. Did he not say he had the power to make people immortal? I looked up at him with my brows furrowed. “Hey, why don’t you have a wife?” I blurted and then instantly rephrased my question. “You said you could make me immortal. Why not do that for another werewolf woman?” He burst into laughter first and then, composed himself before replying to me with words that made my body chill. “Imposed immortality only works on people who have experienced and understood the passage of time…in your case, humans call it regression, right? Going back in time?