Immortality Novels & Stories

“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!”

"Once we drain them completely, we’ll have what we need. The holy water—immortality.” The weight of her words settles in my chest, and for the first time, I feel an odd sense of awe. To be immortal, untouchable, stronger than anything on this earth... it’s beyond anything I ever dreamed. “You’ll never age,” Marlow continues. “You’ll never be harmed. Your strength will surpass all, and you’ll remain youthful forever. You’ll be our weapon—our legacy. We’ll be unstoppable.” And I, Eleanor, will be the force that ushers in a new era for humanity.

"Not the cursed kind. Not divine transformation. The real kind. A life that does not end. A place that can leave a legacy of wolves for generations to come.” The word dropped in my chest like a rock into dead calm water. Ripples spreading outward. Immortality. “But only on one condition,” continued the First Luna. A state of affairs that neither one of you has anything to do with. And before I speak to Lyra, I want you to know what she will be choosing between. What she will be weighing."

“Immortality is far from the blessing you humans and wolves imagine it to be.” I tilt my head, genuinely curious. “Why not? If I were immortal, I’d do everything—travel the world incessantly, learn every language, master every science, eat every kind of food imaginable—” “—and never feel the genuine warmth of the sun again,” he cuts in gently, his eyes distant. “Never feel natural heat. You would watch every single person you ever loved grow old, wither, and die while you stay exactly the same age, exactly the same person. Immortality is watching an endless series of goodbyes.”

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

"Immortality and achieving transcendence." Chad was shocked and asked, "But why is he dead?" Bernard scoffed. "Everyone will die eventually. Only the ones who are immortal will come back to life!" "Come back to life?" Chad was shocked. "Yeah!" Bernard kicked Yael's body and said, "There are pros and cons to that. People who practice immortality will wake up with partial memory loss each time they return to life until they have lost all their memories. Bernard laughed as he looked at Yael's body. "When I met him, he had already forgotten about me. Who knows how many times he has died over the years."

"We were cursed. We were put under this punishment, and you want it to continue. How many more loved ones must you see age and die? You had to watch your own children go through it before your eyes." At the mention of her children, she winced. I knew I had hit a sore spot, but that didn't make any of what I was saying any less true. So many of us had to bury our pups because we outlived them. This was no blessing. It was a curse. "We were blessed by the goddess," she said curtly. "We have the gift of immortality. That is the kind of gift many would kill for." "Well, I don't want it."

He shares a lot, and he was surely having fun in the palace. “Can you turn someone into a newborn too, Queen?” I was moved by his question. “I can but it would be very dangerous for me. Why did you ask?” “I want to turn into like you, to become immortal,” “And why do you want to become immortal?” “So, I could live in the world forever, my mother will never be sad again because I will not die.” Did they lose a family? “Being immortal doesn’t mean you’ll never die, Cyd. We just don’t age making it possible for us to live longer or even forever but we can be killed.” He thought it was great to be able to live long.

her blood and life force would be able to help me ascend to immortality. with her death, the new dawn of wolves would begin. she should be grateful and mustn't resist as all I was doing was just for the wolves' future. If I succeed, her name would be written down in history as the person who laid down her life so that I could attain immortality. That was it, the road to immortality needs one to stand on the bones of thousands only then would one be able to ascend to immortality. one wouldn't be considered immortal if one didn't step on the bones of a thousand people

While Azrail and Lucia walked the hallway that leads to Lord Adonis chambers, Azrail began to think of what could be going on in Lord Adonis chambers. As far as Azrail was concerned, Lord Adonis was as fit as a fiddle and if he was by any chance sick which he doubted, Azrail knew Lord Adonis wouldn't resort to modern medicine because it would be useless to start with. All death agents could feel pains but their bodies was immune to modern medicine because they are soulless, so Azrail concluded that the medical supplies were not for Lord Adonis but was for someone who has a soul and a heartbeat, of course only humans fit into this category.