Immortality Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"Stories? Experiences?" "Think about it," Whitmore said, warming to his subject with the enthusiasm of a professor who'd found an eager student. "Death is eternal, unchanging, always the same. But human lives? Human lives are chaos and choice, joy and suffering, love and loss. Every life is a story, and stories are the only currency that can surprise an immortal being."

As Reavers, my kin and I possessed a unique gift, immortality. However, this blessing came with a crucial caveat: while we wouldn't succumb to the natural passage of time, we could still fall in battle. My brothers and I were the exceptions to this rule, bound by different circumstances that rendered us virtually unkillable. The rest of our kind, though, could be slain, albeit with great difficulty. Their immortal lives could be extinguished, and in those rare cases a funeral was custom.

"The Undead Race is a powerful group of people with almost infinite lifespans. They are strong, and have great understanding of the world. If not killed, they can live forever!" *Boom* Kylie's mind went blank momentarily when she heard Davies's words. Immortality? There were people who could live forever? How was that even possible? Her mind tried furiously to reject what she was being told, but her heart smacked her consciousness sharply and reminded her to look around her. She was trapped in her own mind with a powerful beast after her. Her best friend had somehow managed to get inside her mind and was displaying feats of strength and speed beyond any human. How was hearing about immortali

A legacy is the title of the immortals. The immortals like us, the Vampires that stand the test of time. We build our legacy piece by piece, so maybe the whole world will remember us or maybe just a couple of people, but you do what you can to make sure you are still around after you are gone.

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

Since I knew little or didn't even care about acquiring knowledge about it until now. "So you mean that when demons die they can reincarnate into humans? "I asked, shuddering to imagine the creature that attacked me with so much impiety returning to earth. Vraxlon denied it with his head. "You can. No one but you.” A mixture of satisfaction and fear ran through my blood, and I felt my heartbeat become irregular. "And where does everyone go after dying?” "We are immortal, Your Majesty. We don't die under any circumstances. You must have seen how Furshay kept moving even after I cut him in half.”

“Oh Really? well we can’t all be immortal, why exactly are you immortal anyways, you still haven’t told me, I don’t know why you won’t tell me, if you did, I could be immoral too.” “Silas, I like you too much to wish immortality on you.” There was only one person I had ever told that story to and I didn’t plan to ever repeat it to another soul. “Believe me the average four-hundred-year lifespan of a witch or warlock is more than enough.”

“How old are you, Watcher? Ten years? Do you want to tell me that you are the only one who didn’t know that the Emperor bore a son out of his immortality?” “This is my first time of hearing this” Cassandra said. “Me too.” Bola added. “I can’t believe I have been traveling with idiots,” Gareth laughed. “Immortality,” Bola whispered “Immortality,” Cassandra repeated. Her eyes had widened now. Gareth had stopped laughing and Vera was watching the two as though they had grown a second head. “The stories are true; the stories are true.” Cassandra and Bola chorused. “What story?” Vera asked “The story about the power of gini. It was said that it gives people immortal powers.” Bola said.