Novel & Cerita Immortality Novels

He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good and not for the bad. I also believed that you would use your best judgement to use the

I'm not interested in that but I just asked. Grandfather shook his head. "The king does not age even in the mortal world he will live forever. But we who became immortal because of his blood cannot do that." He answered me. I blinked. Does that mean I will get old when I return to the Philippines? Probably, I was immortal, but that was because of Elijah's blood. I was turned into a human after rebirth but I reversed back again into being an immortal. "Grandpa, do you know that I have returned to immortality?" I asked him again. I don't know if he knows or not.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

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."

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.

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.

Wolves are stepping on each other, body parts are flying all over the place. An Alpha comes stumbling past me, still in his human form, clutching his bleeding chest. “This can’t be happening. She promised. We’re supposed to be immortal. We took the potions.” That is the kind of thinking that kills people. They always seem to think immortal means unkillable. I’ve come across many immortal creatures, and I’ve killed more than my fair share of them. Immortal also doesn’t mean you get to come all the way back, as Harriet demonstrated with the strange zombie creatures she brought with her when I finally dragged her out of her hidey-hole.

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 of extinction, and our past scie

“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!”

“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.”