Immortals 2 God's Revenge Novels & Stories

And of course, Willow too had an oxygen mask on as a repellent against the smoked vervain and wolfsbayne. In the middle of the combative scene, the immortals were not completely vulnerable and weak as imagined. They fought back with agility and without remorse. Mostly influenced from the anger of vengeance from the sequential traps and ambushes they suffered. As agile as they attacked, the defenders as well wasn't a mere contender. In as much as the odds were uneven, the match was a 50-50, and on became a 60-40 in favour of the defenders. And the scale kept falling weight drastically at the dispense of the immortals.

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

"Can't have you destroying my city," the man said as he grinned evilly. "What are you waiting for? Attack!" the balding man said to his cronies and the immortals together with the massive war machines rained hell upon the man as the center of their crosshairs. The flying war machines released laser beams and cannons balls that have been blessed by the runic formations around the goliath of death. The energy seems to be sucked from the near vicinity towards the mechanical construct as it fires multiple booming detonations downwards indiscriminately annihilating everything it hits into nothingness. The immortals also once more unchecked their magic and spells towards the eradication of their n

Instead, they took two steps back. "Do you want to be beholders?" The Son of God said coldly. The Evil Supremacy sneered. "Son of God, do you think that we are still in ancient times and following the lead of the Immortals and will be tricked by you again?" They had been tricked once, so the Immortals could be said to be cunning. But if they were tricked twice, they were truly idiots. During the ancient war, the earth was destroyed, but the Immortals abandoned them. The Immortals returned to the Immortal Domain Star with a large number of resources and lived in seclusion.

Countless undead soldiers emerged from the ground as if answering the call. Raon and Horan were fazed by the loud sound, and they knew things could get worse if they didn't act fast. Horan placed a spying rune behind the tree trunk before grabbing Raon by his hand and unseathed his long sword. He closed his eyes as he chanted a spell, "13th tier spell: Teleport!" Immediately, the amethyst stone that was embedded in the sword started to flow and the both of them disappeared in a flash. *** Ricky

"A Lore-being age just like normal humans until they reach eighteen, they become immortal at this age. But even so, they can still be killed. When they are fully immortals, they are also more aware of themselves, their powers, and their mate if he or she is already born and is of age as well." October nodded. "But what about the dying part? How can they die then come back? Because clearly these two girls are alive." "Oh that, an immortal can die, but only when killed in a specific way. They are reborn, and can be reborn many times, unless a blood ritual is done to prevent. Until they become of age, they won't have any memory."

I growled out angrily, interrupting whatever he had to say because I'm not ready to hear that she's dead. She isn't dead, right? She can't possibly die. I won't let that happen. The moon goddess can't possibly take my mate away from me after knowing how much emotional stress I pass through before I could find my mate though there are some flaws attached to it. "If you repeat that statement again, I'm going to make sure you cease to be in existence,"I threatened. "And in whatever you've to say, don't tell me that my mate is dead,"I said, and he gulped down into nothing.

For six years, i sat behind closed doors, hidden in the darkness, observing, plotting, and preparing myself to exert vengeance on those who took everything away from me. For six years, I watched them have a happy life when they destroyed mine. According to my name 'Ares' which meant 'God of war', I was willing to go to the end of the earth to bring war, and destruction upon those who took my life away from me. Coming to Phoenix-Crest High was part of a perfectly curated plan that was made from the very beginning. Where else would be a perfect place to begin to exert my revenge if not from the place that the most gruesome betrayal happened.

back then, this endless wave threatening to swallow heaven and earth alike was without question "hard mode." "Did my rebirth cause this change?" Dennis murmured to himself. But fear? Not a chance. After a brief flicker of unease, the corner of Dennis's mouth curled upward. "Good. Bring it on. The more, the better." In this cold, calculating game, risk and reward always scaled together. The more terrifying the horde, the richer the final rewards would be. "You think an army of hundreds of millions of zombies is enough to stop me? This time, that hidden quest's ultimate reward belongs to me. Nobody's taking it from me."

But right in the center of the path, the towering, ebony-skinned giant with the cascading silver-white hair completely collapsed. His bare knees struck the hard cobblestones with a concussive crack. His large hands flew to his face as a choked, agonizing weep tore from his throat, his broad chest heaving as he rocked back and forth. He was entirely unraveled by the phantom echoes of a thousand years of slaughter playing on a loop behind his ice-light eyes. He wasn't a god—none of them were. They were simply immortals. Abused, starved immortals who quite frankly wished for death rather than having to live with the horrific guilt of what they had become. He flinched, his head ducking down as h