Immortality Vampire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I grabbed him pulling him toward me. "No you can't do this to me," I sobbed as his lifeless eyes looked up at me. I rested my head on his chest overcome by my sorrow. I hadn't realized how much I had grown to care for him. Zavier cheered a sadistic cheer, a joyful celebration to him. I watched as a glowing light entered my body and I knew Van had done what he said, given me immortality but it was a cursed immortal life without him. I felt rage pounding inside me as I stood facing Zavier. "You killed him!"

"Speaking of the world of supernatural beings, there are a few things I'd like to ask you though." Stephen tilted his head as soon as he heard his question, getting closer to him. "About what? Just ask." "Are werewolves immortal, like the dragon clan or other immortals?" Stephen shook his head. "No. Vampires aren't immortal either. Why are you suddenly asking?" "Eh? Vampires are not immortal?" her eyes blinked in disbelief at what Stephen had just told her just now, approaching the man. "In all of the stories I often read--"

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.

Their countenances and complexions are pallid, and they exude a frigid aura akin to that of lifeless bodies. The creatures of the night known as vampires were said to possess immortality despite being considered dead. Their abilities granted them this remarkable trait, allowing them to thrive in the shadows and strike fear into the hearts of mortals. Their immortality was not absolute, for there existed two methods by which they could be vanquished: decapitation or dismemberment. "I am Alaric Zale Bathory," he introduced himself. "My love," he said, "you may address me as Alaric. Nobody else can utter my name but you," said the man as they strolled along.

“You hurt Zach, Dean, Henry and Scar,” “Oh, they will survive. They aren't like humans who die over the littlest things. You humans are truly pathetic, can barely survive a cold . Eat.” I slowly take another bite of the food, chews then swallows. “What do you want from me?” He sneers. “It has come to my knowledge that you've been searching for me. Then, I realized I've been staying in the shadows for too long, I felt it's time to play.” he takes a sip of his coffee. “Tell me Miss Raven, do you have an idea what immortality is? Speak freely, I won't hurt Damien’s little princess,”

Once more, the smile on his face fades after he laughs. "Pureblood vampires are immortal, but they will be cursed, in contrast to werewolves, who cannot be cursed by a witch or other mages. We are the very protectors of other beings, and if we were to vanish, the equilibrium of these creatures would be thrown into disarray," he says as he finishes his wine and turns to face me.

“I didn’t know.” “No one does. She changed after the blood god made her. She was supposed to be the one who breaks the curse, but…after she was reborn-” Asmodeus shakes his head woefully -“well, you’ve seen her creations. The things your family calls the zombie vampires.” I ignore everything else he just told me. “What curse?” “Immortality can become tedious after a while. There was a time when I wished for it to end. The blood of the immortal golden child holds the key.”

As long as she forgives me though , it's fine . "What do you mean.. what you are?" He said slowly." You're a disgusting mutt... that's what you are." He said. "Are you kidding me? Do you really think a werewolf can escape a vampire bite.. vice versa." I told him. Enjoying the mixture of his expressions. He was pathetic. When he didn't answer.. I sighed. "I thought you would guess better than that.. I am an immortal. Ever heard of one?" I asked him. "There are no immortals " He said staring at me suspiciously.

His words were halting as he avoided Kadeem's death-stare. Rayburn cleared his throat before continuing, "In short, it can be a very brutal, toxic family dynamic. There's as much feuding among vampires as there is loyalty. There can be a strong instinctual drive to be together - although, maybe as they age, that's only once a decade, or even once a century. Immortality changes things." Rayburn's voice had taken on a detached, clinical tone, making Kadeem's stomach twist with unease as he processed the potential ramifications - if Rayburn was telling the truth, that is. He was, after all, a master criminal.

Despite the grim nature of the conversation, I find myself fascinated by this piece of news. “Well, it's not entirely fair to call them the undead,” Aliya relinquishes. “Their hearts don't beat like ours do and they have immortality. Vampires usually, once they're fully grown, they remove their hearts to keep them safe because the only way to kill a vampire is the crush their heart. When they remove their hearts, they are considered undead because they can no longer age.” “Wait,” I frown. “If they can protect the only thing that can kill them, aren’t they basically invincible?”