Immortals After Dark Novels & Stories

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

Anima answered, turning to the ground with a staggered look. "Well, think again; the four Immortals—Sabbath, Melody, Edith, and Clarabeth—have already revealed themselves to us, and we're really good friends now,” Angela said, walking forward. “Well, in that case, let me reintroduce myself to you. My name is Edith Anima, the Immortal of life and light. I'm the direct opposite of Edith Mortem, who is the Immortal of death and darkness. I've lived in this world for thousands of years, hiding from the mortals until Anaya asked me to stay here,” Anima said with a bright smile, stretching her right hand forward for a handshake.

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

--- The Dark History The next day, Evelyn gathered the group to explain more about the Reflection Game’s history. “Centuries ago,” she began, “the Seven Immortals ruled the Realm of Mirrors, a place where reality and illusion intertwined. They were wise but wary of humanity’s greed. To protect their secrets, they forged the Reflection Game, binding it with their own power. Only those who could navigate its trials would gain access to their knowledge and artifacts.” Zara raised an eyebrow. “But if the Immortals were so powerful, why didn’t they just destroy the relics?” “They couldn’t,” Evelyn replied. “The relics were part of their essence. Destroying them would mean destroying themselves.”

Imperious peeked through a crack in the door and marveled, "He's an undead beast! Incredible!" Chad followed and looked at Michael's state through the crack. The black energy enveloping him was visible to the naked eye, leaving only his head untouched. Imperious turned to Chad. "How about leaving this to me? In return, the Evergrow in him will be mine. Deal?" Chad asked, puzzled, "Are you confident?" Imperious smiled proudly. "We Weasel Immortals are the ancestors of sorcery and unorthodox methods. There are some things that only we can handle."

“We can be together and not worry about me aging. I can be with you for eternity. Both you and Ruby…” “But what about our child?” Joseph asked, still eyeing Emmet carefully. “Would that mean our child will be immortal too.” “If our suspicions are correct, then your child will be the Heavenly Light. So, yes. They would have to be immortal as well,” Emmet said. “They would also be a hybrid. A cross between a vampire and a witch,” Esme further explained. “So, there’s a definite chance that all your children will be immortal. 25 is usually the time that immortals stop aging because that’s the age of full maturity and growth.”

The night-bound immortals guard their secret with a fervor born of fear and necessity, knowing that the slightest slip could bring about their doom. Thus, the secrecy of their existence, the very survival of their species, depends on the careful adherence to this law. It is a grim reminder that even in the realm of the undead, there are limits to the darkness they can wield. The Originals, with their power to create life and walk in daylight, and the Turned, with their eternal youth, both walk a razor's edge—a path fraught with danger, where the shadows themselves whisper warnings of the consequences that await those who dare to break the ancient laws.

Its voice vibrated in their minds, omnipresent and ancient. “You have reached the heart of my domain, anomaly. Every pulse of your bond disrupts threads I have maintained since the first dawn of creation. Will you endure… or be unmade?” The immortal beside Seraphine spread his wings, silver energy crackling along the feathers. “They feel the bond,” he said quietly. “Every heartbeat, every surge. And yet… they cannot predict its chaos. That is why we endure.” The ground quaked violently as the First Immortal struck, sending pulses of raw cosmic energy cascading outward. Shards of fractured reality collided, twisting, snapping, spinning. Shadows lunged for them, attempting to sever the connect

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.

The screams continued as he cleared the concrete steps, hesitantly stepping into the light. Darkous exploded into laughter as he glanced around the vast space beneath the house, the florescent lighting barely eliminating the space. He located the source of the gurgling cry, smiling as he watched the torture that played out before him. The space below the house had been renovated, holding all that was necessary to eternally torture those who dared to cross them. The screams were coming from the corner, a bloodied man strapped into a metal chair. The immortal being that the psychopathic lord had come to see was laughing playfully as he tore into the man’s chest with a small scalpel, creating a