Immortality Romane & Geschichten

“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.

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?

“Ella, your rebirth wasn’t just a miracle; knowledge of its function might provide enormous leaps in the study of virtual immortality.” “Virtual… immortality?” Alexander quirked a brow at that. Tony nodded excitedly. “Imagine this—your beloved grandfather passes away at one hundred years of age. But you needn’t mourn; your grandfather may be reborn, with all of his memories and personality intact, in a completely new, lab-grown body.” “No one would ever die!” Anthony said. “We could all live on and on forever, in new bodies. There would be no more grief. No more orphans. No more loss.”

"We need to find a way to become immortal." I tell my family the next morning. "All of us. Together. So I'm never alone. So I never choose the Absolute." Luna looks worried. "Immortality isn't a gift, Mom. It's a curse. Living forever. Watching everything change. Everyone you love dying anyway because immortality never extends to everyone." "Then we make it extend to everyone." I stand. Determined. "We find a way. We research. We experiment. We don't give up."

Human in appearance. Weapon in purpose. “Your ancestors were designed,” the figure said quietly, “to counterbalance immortality. Your blood does not simply heal. It corrects.” Seraphine watched as scenes played out immortal beings wounded, dying, resurrected by glowing hands like hers. “When an immortal is healed by your blood,” the figure continued, “their existence is rewritten. They are bound more tightly to life. More real. More… mortal.” Her breath shuddered. “So when I saved Lucien…”

Chapter 68: Godly Treasure. "So despicable," Ryan mumbled. "What is an immortal?" KuLaa asked. She already had an idea but preferred to get more explanation from Madam Su. She believed that Madam Su knew more than the texts she had read. In fact, most of what she had read and what Madam Su was saying were conflicting. "Immortal is a level of cultivation. Humans cultivate to become immortals and Immortals cultivate to become gods. Both immortals and Gods can't die of natural causes. Someone stronger than them is the only thing that can kill them."

“Wow. You look good for your age.” “I moisturise,” I replied dryly. That earned me an amused little giggle. “So how does it work? This whole immortality thing?” I shrugged. “You don’t age and you don’t die…but you can be killed, so don’t go thinking you’re invincible now.” “Yes, but…you were born weren’t you? You were a baby…how do you go from an infant to an adult immortal...being?” I sighed and sat upright, turning sideways in my chair so I could look at her. “It’s complicated.”

the one on the right said. “We’re your past lives,” both of them said in unison. “My past lives—what does that mean?” Clarabelle asked. “I’m sure you thought the memories you gained when you had your first awakening were yours, but that’s a lie. Those memories were for the original immortal, Clarabeth Chronokaira. You see, all the immortals may be immune to aging, diseases, poison, and everyday mortal accidents, but they can be killed by another Immortal.

Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it. He stood in the snow, head shaking in slight disbelief. How could such a heavenly smell be coming from such a place? Did he dare enter that place of temptation? He may have been immortal but he was certainly not immune to the…bodily pleasures a woman could provide. He was no monk. It had been many years since he had sought out physical pleasure. It had never ended well for either party involved. It was not worth the risk of loosing control and murdering the unfortunate girl that had found her way into this bed. That had happened more than he cared to admit.

She asked and I nodded. “Do you know how what they can do?” They were immortals. They live far longer than anyone and then burn themselves to death but rise from the ashes. “How can I do that?” I asked. “That’s the limit of my knowledge and for you to find out,” Raja added. I am still lost but there is hope. And hope can be powerful.