Immortality Vampire Novels & Stories

“I have an offer that might solve several of your problems. Including the one sitting in the hospital bed beside you right now.” “I’m listening.” “Immortality,” Darius says simply. “A true turning. Not the half-life most vampires endure, but the real gift. Eternal youth, boundless strength, and perfect health. For your grandmother. For you, if you ever wish it. All I ask in return is a conversation. And perhaps… a small favor regarding your hybrid research.” The words hang in the air like poison wrapped in silk. Tempting. Dangerously tempting. Laura watches me curiously as my grip on the phone tightens.

Aiden leaned back and thought for a long time, brows furrowed. “Why do you ask?” Caitlin finally asked, becoming concerned herself by his expression. “I think there may be another force at play here,” Aiden finally said. “What do you mean?” Caitlin asked. Aiden sighed. “There is a prophecy that, when the last vampire on earth surfaces, the Immortalists would die.” “Immortalists?” Caleb asked. Aiden nodded. “An ancient race of legend, a race destined to live precisely two thousand years old. Not quite immortal—a misnomer, if you will. But they have the ability to be immortal, to extend their lifetimes forever. They need the last vampire to continue living….”

Human in appearance. Weapon in purpose. “Your ancestors were designed,” the figure said quietly, “to counterbalance immortality. Your blood does not simply heal. It corrects.” Seraphine watched as scenes played out immortal beings wounded, dying, resurrected by glowing hands like hers. “When an immortal is healed by your blood,” the figure continued, “their existence is rewritten. They are bound more tightly to life. More real. More… mortal.” Her breath shuddered. “So when I saved Lucien…”

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

I just… stared at her. For a long time, with my mouth wide open. Not blinking. Not breathing right. Trying to make sense of the words that had just fallen out of her mouth like they were not meant to crush my whole life in one blow. “So you’re telling me,” I said slowly, saying each word like it might burn me if I rushed, “that I…... I’m half vampire?” “Yes,” the councilor said in that calm, serene voice of hers, like she was explaining the weather forecast. “A dhampir to be precise.”

If only we were immortals like vampires, we can live longer together but we're just mortal like humans. I wonder what's the beauty of immortality, only vampires know what it feels like. Just like what Klyde said that the vampires like him are immortals while we werewolves have no escape from death. We can also die. It doesn't matter to us anymore, since we already accepted our fate. We don't know if we're cursed or blessed. What matters to us is our family, our brotherhood.

Abu asked and all the angels stood quietly, still in surprise and desperately waiting for the Archangel’s answer. He let out a heavy breath, “There is an only way to kill the vampire, Abu. You knew that there’s a way, don’t ever forget that,’’ he frowned and Abu gulped in fear, clearing his throat and stood up, he knew that only way, and he was against it. As a vampire, angels were also immortal but of course, there’s also a way to put an immortal to the fire of death, there was always a way to kill them no matter how immortal you knew they were.

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.

It was not that I was to forcefully marry and bond with someone but it was the who. King Vampir was ruthless. He was the first vampire, the sire of the whole vampire race. He was not just a vampire but a hybrid, a cross between a witch and vampire, making him as old as the world, rendering him immortal. My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called.

Eva asked wearily; “Are you keeping me alive because I resemble her? I've got to tell you that I have a mate, and he's alive. There is no hope for me to fall in love again” “I'm not interested in your sorry love tale. You aren't alive because of your looks, you are my key to being immortal” The vampire said. Eva's eyes widened, and she winced when he cut her palm with his fang. “Ah!” “Your blood is the key to immortality, and I'm going to drink every drop until you are dead, but let's wait until you recover fully or maybe not” The vampire smirked and brought his lips close to hers.