Immortality Stories 소설 & 이야기

away from the planets of these two, beyond the reach and conjecture of all. And the end of the story was just as far from the imagination as the writer. If the fairy got the alien, there was no loss-making deal and if she didn't get it? Not every story has to end in laughter. Some stories even become immortal and these incomplete, immortal stories are more appealing.

[Leah’s POV] "Mallard has been around for a very long time." Craig began, growing serious. "I know that sounds impossible, but some claim he may even be immortal." Immortal…Shivering, I tried to picture being unable to die. After losing those closest to me, I found it hard to imagine carrying on. I couldn’t possibly imagine how it would feel to have to go through that again and again. "Immortality only exists for those who dabble in the dark arts." Ian pointed out, "Are you saying you seek the help of a dark mage?"

"But once there are just a few Immortals when they do twenty years old, after a lot of training, they are sent to a respective world, where they must complete an important mission." For father's sake... "And if they did it right, they will meet their soulmate and will be able to bring their mate with them when they come back to their home in a land above all the worlds, and there, the evermore turns their partner into an Immortal so they can be together." I think I am having goosebumps. How does this person know so much about us? Not only him- but his ancestors... h-how can this be happening? "And you know how they fall into our world? They fall like a shooting star from the sky, in a baby b

No matter the reason for their inherent wildness, they are a liability and our future already teeters on a knife edge. The humans who seek out immortality hear the stories of average men gaining the speed and strength of a god, they suffer no illness or frailties, heal from near death, and live a splendid life in the notorious Blackledge Castle. It’s a fairy-tale my father perpetuates to bring him more willing sacrificial lambs. “Like moths to the flame.” He chortles over his drink every time a new one arrives.

"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

She rhetorically asked and scoffed a brief laugh. "What does that mean?" The leading woman asked. "Unlike the pack of Blood Mooners that I subdued many years ago, there was another group of undying vampires known as the 'real immortals'. Stake them they live, cut of their heads another grows back, burn them, butcher them, yet they join back together. They can't die."

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”.

How dare he do this to us. In her bid for revenge, Isolde inadvertently stumbled upon the secret of immortality. As she delved deeper into dark magic, she discovered a ritual that granted her eternal life, allowing her to witness the repercussions of her curse for generations to come. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of the realm's inhabitants, creating a legend that would be passed down through generations – the legend of the immortal witch who sought vengeance against the lycans.

Isimud remained alive the whole time. “I don’t understand. Why doesn’t Isimud die?” “Why don’t the names of story tellers like Homer, Shakespeare or Dickens ever die? Because their stories keep them alive. A story inhabited by immortal beings will keep the story teller alive indefinitely.” The vision changed, it moved to the back room of a tavern in Babylon. The tavern was owned by Isimud, no one but him knew of the backroom. He was showing four jaded aristocrats into it, they acted with patronising disdain, but they were expectant, as if some particular entertainment had been promised.