Novel & Cerita Immortality Novels

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

Her red eyes flashed, they sniffed out the scent of fresh blood from the wound on Rula's leg. "After waiting for three hundred years, the vampire nation has finally found the sacred blood of immortality," he said, smiling triumphantly. Emer's blood is the sacred blood of immortality, in which in one century only one woman with the sacred blood of immortality will be born. The sacred blood of immortality smelled when its owner turned twenty-five years old. A quarter of a century, that's what the vampires say.

"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."

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

but don’t see her. “Where is Alina?” I ask. ‘I’m here, Greg.’ she answers me. She found her way back to Divina and managed to heal her. How, I have no idea. She shouldn’t have been able to with the silver bullets still in her body. As if Alina can read my mind, she gives me the answer to my unspoken question. ‘Once, I was able to join back with Divina, her angel immortality was able to kick in and her body expelled the bullets. From there, I was able to continue to heal her.’ “Divina is immortal?” I ask out loud. She snaps her head to me and says, “No. I can’t be. Everyone dies, don’t they?” ‘No, little one, not everyone dies. You and your father are immortal. If he ever figures out how to

Never once had she imagined she would die this way. Gods, why had she not at least reached her immortality before this vampire captured her? One of the perks of being an immortal was that they never got sick. Never. Only things such as poisoning could kill them and even the oldest and strongest of immortals could sweat out the poison in their system. She was sick and she was going to die down here. That was if Edgar didn’t come with her food sooner. If he came before she died, then she would tell him and hope that he was able to do something about it.

"There are rumors scattered through history about him. Some say the same way he blessed himself by blood, he one day became touched, which was why he came to rule for so long. Another rumor that exists comes from one of the titles garnered, that of 'The immortal'. There are those who believe this man truly immortal, incapable of death, and that even after the fall of his people he still walks upon Ayla, meeting people and performing great deeds. Influencing their lives and leaving his marks upon Ayla. Often finding those who are unique, even amongst those that are special, and teaching them arts so old that only one who has lived through time can claim to remember." "And which do you believe

“Most importantly, this one. It is the death curse, and it cannot be undone once it’s spoken.” His eyes darted around the pages as his mind tried to recall something he just couldn’t place. “Why not?” She pushed herself back in the chair and shrugged. “When an Earth witch dies, they come home just as they are and they go on like nothing ever happened. I don’t know why it’s that way. But here…” She tapped her fingernail on her armrest. “In the Realm, if you die, you have to start all over again, and you can’t remember much. Maybe here, perhaps on Earth. It could take a million years for us to find each other again if it were to claim us.”

“When our dear mother was expecting Imara, a clairvoyant stopped her on the street. Not looking for money or anything, mind you. The mood just struck her; I suppose. She went on to tell my mother that Imara would live a tortured life and would never live to see her 3oth birthday. Of course, there were some other things she said concerning my folks that , unfortunately, they didn’t take heed to. The crime of it all for Imara and I is that everything the clairvoyant told my mother has come to pass. Everything. We’ve been running all over God’s creation trying to keep the inevitable from happening until we can find someone to get us to the Realm where she’ll be safe.” As he clenched his teeth,