Immortality Stories Novels & Stories

The ones who caught Jiu You were the Immortal Emperor of the Draconian race and the Immortal Emperor of the Lycan race. The Immortal Emperor of the Draconian race sneered and said sarcastically, "You are still alive, how can we be willing to die?" In the ancient war, the Immortals brought misery to the various races. Therefore, the alien races didn't like the Immortals at all. The Immortal Emperor didn't care and said, "We meet again after tens of millions of years. It's unexpected." "You didn't expect us to be still alive, did you?" The Immortal Emperor of the Lycan race sneered.

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

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."

I tell her and she pulls me into a big hug and then pulls away and says, “Shit they are going to kill each other.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. We both began to race through the sand to the sidewalk and then it happened. A large black van stopped in our path and four large men with masks on jumped out of the van and grabbed us. Emily and I tried fighting them off but they were too strong as they threw us in the back of the van and shut the door. Emily moved to me wrapping her arms around me like she was protecting me from them. “Leave her out of this. She isn’t one of us.” Emily said to the men and I realized that the men that took us were immortals just like herself and now me

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 mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

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.

“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!”

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."

Could that mean… Eyes wide, head lifting up from the screen, I mutter under my breath. “Mr. Hanks sacrifices his wives to maintain their lifeline to the wolf in the dungeon.” Chills race down my spine recalling I’ve witnessed this before. According to ancient tales, when one wants to become immortal, one must give something else in exchange. A life for life. My uncle, Enzo wanted to do that which was what caused a major rift between him and my father two centuries ago. That is the same tactic the Slayers used. That means… Those men are immortal.