Immortality Novels & Stories

Immortality is the one thing that everyone seeks as the fear of death is man’s greatest weakness. Rarely has man conquered this fear and this is why the prospect of immortality was so exciting to humanity. But immortality was its prison because, without the fear of death, life served no purpose. The suffocating feeling of loneliness after centuries of living. Watching people you love die, loving new people, and watching them die as well. Those who don’t have immortality crave it and those who do have it, resent it.

Their kings and queens are the most powerful immortals in all of Wysteria. They are called immortals because they do not die and do not age like normal people. They can be killed at will and murdered. There is no old man to be found in Wysteria. Most of the citizens of each kingdom also live richly, but there are places in each kingdom where simple citizens live, and simple life is enough for them.

His body stiffened and he was hardly able to move. The relentless power from the passage of time had corroded his immortality, gnawing away at his vitality with each passing moment. Though an immortal's lifespan spanned several eras, the domain was governed by the laws of time. In but a few breaths, the Ancestora could feel millennia upon millennia of his existence being stripped from his lifespan as his sideburns began to turn white.

Aiden leaned back and thought for a long time, brows furrowed. “Why do you ask?” Caitlin finally asked, becoming concerned herself by his expression. “I think there may be another force at play here,” Aiden finally said. “What do you mean?” Caitlin asked. Aiden sighed. “There is a prophecy that, when the last vampire on earth surfaces, the Immortalists would die.” “Immortalists?” Caleb asked. Aiden nodded. “An ancient race of legend, a race destined to live precisely two thousand years old. Not quite immortal—a misnomer, if you will. But they have the ability to be immortal, to extend their lifetimes forever. They need the last vampire to continue living….”

"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."

I suddenly wondered how far that ability could carry him. How many things can he do? “Can you take the face of others?” “No.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that. There are rules. A balance to everything.” I silently slumped down to sit on the foot of the bed. Willing to hear him out. “We’re far outnumbered and every year more of us die.” “I thought you were immortal?” “Immortal in the sense that we do not age, don’t catch disease. We don’t die as other things do.” He paused as he studied a particular crevice on the bit of wood. “But we can still be murdered in the ways anyone can be.”

That came like a bombshell. “Then why do you want to see me if you don't miss me”? “Because I feel like”. He took a leaf from the tree branches and played with it. “Don't you have a family”? “They are all dead”. “Oh. Sorry”. “You don't need to be. People will eventually die so it's unenviable”. “But you guys are immortal. They shouldn't die”. “Immortals only live for thousands of years. The ones with high cultivation live for millions of years”.

A legacy is the title of the immortals. The immortals like us, the Vampires that stand the test of time. We build our legacy piece by piece, so maybe the whole world will remember us or maybe just a couple of people, but you do what you can to make sure you are still around after you are gone.

“Why are you still working for Rion or Arvin? Nothing good will come out of this. You have the ability to escape and lie low.” Nodding, the black-haired man looked into forest green eyes. “I would have left. However, Sable is someone who needed protection. If it weren’t for her I would have lost myself a long time ago. Arvin would stop at nothing for his motives either. Immortality is something that won’t come true. When there is life, there will be death.” “Why’s that man so obsessed with immortality anyway?” Cass stared at Khronos as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Nobody truly wants to die.”

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."