Romans & histoires Immortality Stories

"It is what it is, Your Majesty, somehow the vampire who has been buried centuries ago is back and we all know what that means.” I knew. I knew exactly what that meant. More death—more people missing. It took forbidden rituals for our ancestors to have him buried from what I read from our history book in the royal library. He was immortal. The one creature who defies death and somehow they had locked him away, buried him where nobody could ever find him. At one point in my life I thought he was just a fairytale. Stories told to scare children who like to wander off in the dark but right now there was a possibility that they won't be just stories.

Fear was a natural response to what they were. Hans’ story was different than Malik. Hans had been human for longer than he had. Hans had a family, a wife and children, when he came to his brutal end at the hands of a callous and uncaring vampyre. He had been left, clinging to a quickly fading string of mortality, when Malik had come across him. His wife and children lay dead, slain by the same vampyre would had turned Hans. His change had been a mistake. Hans had fought for the life of himself and his family, using whatever means necessary to fight off the vampyre’s attack. Blood had been exchanged. Not enough to cause a full transition but enough to leave Hans in a paralyzed state between

The leader stepped forward again, "Power. If you know the story...we are cursed men, Alpha Xander. We need to gain power in order to break our curse of immortality." "Most men would kill to possess the power of immortality." The leader looked dazed slightly. His eyes glazed over as if he were reliving a memory of some kind, "There are many different types of immortality, Alpha Xander. Our immortality comes with rules. The witch has made it near impossible to find our true mates, we cannot bear offspring, we cannot help but have this urge to be evil. We are immortally damned. We gain territory because it is power...if we get enough...we can break our a curse and we will be at peace. If that m

“I’m not the only one who’s lost loved ones. Ask anyone in the Clan – any vampire, even – and every single one will have lost someone along the way. It’s the curse of immortality.” We picked our way out of the clearing and back onto the trail. “But she was immortal too,” I said, my tone lilting up at the end, questioning and curious. “Well, yeah. Immune to disease and a fast healer. But she wasn’t immune to death. None of us are.” His tone was nonchalant, but with a hard edge that said this conversation was over.

Of course they never made it out so whatever they found out, lived with them – no, died with them rather. The foolishly greedy ones were those who had heard of legend of the Immortal Tree and the Fruits of Immortality and dreamed of getting their hands on these fabled fruits. Needless to say, none of those idiots made it out alive. The knowledge of whether or not they discovered the Fruits of Immortality died with them. And so did their lineage – hopefully. For the world didn’t need any more fools, only scholars and sages.

“Seriously what’s wrong with you?” “That is why I still think being immortal is a curse not a blessing. What’s the use of living for hundred or thousands of years if all you could do is watch people close to you disappear and then remember that for another decade, century or generation. It’s not like we can die whenever we want. It’s not like we can do what mortals do; suicide.”

he added to my story so I smiled at him. "How did you know about that story?" I asked and he look proud. “My dad also told me that story, and that’s my favorite story since I was a kid,” he said. “I like that too,” I said. We also saw fireflies appear around so it was even brighter. "Do you know the story about the beauty of immortality?" he asked, I laughed a little when I realized that now he is always asking. This guy is weird. "I haven't heard that story, so share it with me," I said and he turned to me.

“That's a human, never appreciating the gift of his creator… already too drunk with his ambition. In fact, it is man's destiny to make his own choices… and sometimes, that choice cannot be repeated, and you will be trapped forever in eternity.” Arjuno's mysterious words made Randu frown in confusion. "What does it mean?" “I just told the story of two teenagers who chose the wrong path… until she is tormented in solitude.” “You're talking about Kencana? The goddess of the waterfalls?” Randu remembered the story of Kencana. The goddess who regrets in eternity, because she feels herself higher than her love. She sacrificed her love… to live eternally as a goddess. “Part of it…Yes. Actually this

“Well, thanks to Zokman, we both unlocked the power of eternal life a long time ago. For every child I have lost, I have gained additional years to my life.” His last statement didn’t make an iota of sense to her, so she asked, “What do you mean by that?” He leaned back in his seat and made himself very comfortable before speaking again. “You see, after years of seeking great knowledge from his powerful ancestors in the spirit realm, Zokman told me that I could attain immortality by drinking the blood of my unborn. That is why I take the life of any female who ever becomes pregnant with my child and I take the unborn baby’s blood to be used in an immortality ritual.”