Immortality Vampire Novels & Stories

" You're right but there are levels of immortality, three levels, the uno eternal, an Immortal that does not age and die, they heal when they're wounded but gets killed by specific weapons and ways, vampires and demons are an example, then the second, the dos eternal, this immortals have a specific number of lives, you kill, they return until their spare lives are exhausted and the last of all, the tres eternal, the one most supreme beings are, just like me, nothing, nothing can kill us, we're Immortal forever but the third eternal is divided into many stages, when the time comes, you'll know them but I am one that can't be killed, I feel no pain, no weapon can pass through me, I'm forever e

"How did you even find out? Why would you be a target for them?" I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the truth pressing down on me. "I found out by accident. I was reading through this journal I found in my grandmother’s attic. It’s written by a vampire—someone who was alive hundreds of years ago. He mentioned Elyrian Blood. He said it was a rare blood type, hidden deep within the genetic codes of certain humans. And these people—these humans—are the key to vampire immortality." Laura’s eyes widened. "Immortality? Vampires can live forever?"

she chokes in a pleading whisper. Victoria just stares her down, expressionless face. Anita shakes her head with disappointment before walking away. "Are you that heartless," I ask and she looks at me. "Who am I kidding? You have an eternity to live your life. My grandfather was turned into a vampire against his will and will live for eternity as your husband. My mother was turned at the brink of death. I'm a natural born immortal and thanks to you Anita will live eternity by my side.

The answer was obvious. “This is your last warning. Tell me everything.” No answer. Silver took a deep breath and sighed. He increased the pressure around the vampire’s throat. “You know, there is a downside to immortality,” Silver said. “People can be very creative to get the answer they want. What do thing will happen if I threw you into a vessel filled with acid and constantly supply you with human blood? You will never lose consciousness and will scream for the rest of your entire life. Which is forever for you. Screaming for forever is a very long time.”

It was a power unlike any they had ever possessed, a power that blurred the lines between monsters and saviors. But while the werewolves were still bound by mortality, the vampires remained eternal. Immortality, however, came at a cost. Just as werewolves had their weaknesses, so did they. A vampire’s demise could come in only two ways: a werewolf’s venomous bite, or a wooden stake—one coated in werewolf venom—driven through the heart. It had to be precise. No hesitation. No second chances.

"If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human." "I may not have vampire instincts, but I do have survival instincts," I said. "I grew up in the hood, bitch!" I thought about the other room, and like lightening I was there. The craggy-faced vamp was there with me a half second later with a on his face. I had excellent vision, but now I saw with more than my eyes.

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

Glenn asks. “A stranger's death is not the same. I had a mother once. Children. I mourned them when they passed.” “You had children?” I ask, surprised. “I wasn’t born a vampire.” “Why didn’t you turn them before they died?” Glenn asks. “Immortality is a curse, not a gift.” I glance at Glenn who just shrugs and sips his whiskey. “The Omegas are preparing the funeral pyres…will you…put your mother with the rest?”

Especially when her pride was still stinging after being knocked out by this witch at the Royal Ball. “It seems like she is young. From the looks of the time she's taking to heal, the healer doubts that maybe she might haven’t frozen in her immortality yet.” At Mercy's answer, Vladimir rolled his eyes in disbelief. Immortals were extremely vulnerable before they froze into their immortality because they can be killed by fatal injuries in their early years. Most immortals froze into their immortality in their early or late twenties. Esmeray can’t be that young. She spoke and fought with such fearlessness and confidence that only came with age.

Then you’d rise as a powerful creature, the undead vampire who if you could manage to live smartly, you could live forever tasting the immortality. Therefore, I added the balance responsibility to the immortality. Protecting the humans, the living, for the sake of their futures. Until the peace restored. Until there wasn’t any rogue vampire anymore and the humans could live without threats, then I might consider to retire or sleep forever until I had to be awakened to fight for the peace again. Hence, I abode,