Immortality Novels & Stories

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

(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

I couldn’t see him when he wasn’t there for me, and he didn’t look at me. I was left in a house that grew too large, then too old, then eventually fell to ruin. The horror of immortality isn't the loss of loved ones—you get used to that after the third or fourth generation of great-grandchildren. The horror is the biology. Death had agreed not to take me, but he hadn't granted me youth. The human body was never designed to last five centuries. By the two-hundred-year mark, my teeth had fallen out and never regrew. By three hundred, my joints had fused into calcified lumps of agony. My cells continue to replicate, but they do so poorly, riddled with errors. I a

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

Sienna asked, though she already knew. “Immortality,” Lunaris said, and the word tasted like perfectly cold water after a long march. “Not as a tale told by frightened men who dislike endings. A condition. A craft. You will not age. You will not tire. Your breath will be a nation’s weather. Your body will be a gate. You will outlast their betrayals and their praise. You will stand where a dozen queens would fall, and when you turn your hand, an era will tilt.” Sienna did not blink. “And the cost.”

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

He followed suit and was soon seated beside her. She closed her eyes and heaved a deep breath before nodding. "It reminded me of how short life is. We might grow old enough to actually be like immortals. Heck, some people are able to achieve immortality but there's always an end to everything. In death. It doesn't have to be physical death. Heck, immortals die a thousand times while still living."

"Why? Are you frightened? You are twelve years old and by the next full moon, you will have your Wolf. You are my son and Alpha blood runs through your veins, you should be scared of nothing and no one, do you understand?" Marco nodded and followed his father back to the car. He sat next to him on the passenger's seat, brooding over what he had heard his father say. Beta Leon was driving the car. He said nothing also. After a minute of silence, he finally asked the question that was eating away in his mind. "Father, what is immortality?" He asked innocently. His father turned to look at him and smiled wryly. "Immortality is the

Immortality: The ability to live forever; eternal life. Nero Tessa had been staying with me for almost a week now and she told me that she had been seeing Rigel snooping around the building a couple of times. Though he didn't confront her again but still, she was annoyed by the fact that the man was messing with her view.

I asked hesitantly. “A mortal wouldn’t understand what it means when immortality genes don’t activate in an immortal. Normal life?” Claude scoffed. “That concept is not just foreign to us. It’s absurd. It’s forbidden for an immortal to even think about death.” “Why?” I asked. “With a weak blood, death won’t just cross our minds — we’ll witness it, and eventually, we might yearn for it,” Vish murmured, her words hanging heavy in the air. “And craving death... that’s the darkest curse an immortal can inflict upon themselves. An endless curse.”