Immortals After Dark Novels & Stories

I'm just as drawn to him as I was before. “So…” I lick my lips. “If you’re a vampire, then what? Everyone at Hawthorn is?” “Some people are werewolves. Some are witches and warlocks. Some people are… other things.” My breathing becomes sharp. I know my ribs must still hurt, but it’s like I can’t feel anything happening in my body right now. “So Alice told the truth about that?” I ask. “And about Silver Hunters?” Alec’s red eyes sharpen. “You don’t want to run into a Silver Hunter.”

“Not clearly, not until recently. Last week, we saw it. Three of us. It was like nothing I’ve seen before. Taller than a wolf. Almost... twisted. Faster. Vicious. And its eyes...” He turns towards me then, and I see the memory flash behind his eyes. “Crimson,” he says. “Like fire in the dark.” I go still. Every part of me freezes around the words. His gaze sharpens. He must see the recognition in my face. “You’ve seen it too.” I don’t answer. Not yet. My thoughts are already racing, colliding with what I’ve seen, what I know, what I fear. Drake doesn’t press me. Instead, he leans back slightly, exhaling. “Our elders, after we described it, they think it might be a lycan.”

"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.”

That meant that even after recovering, those infected with Evergrow and turned into undead beasts still carried significant risks. The thought made Chad shiver as he foresaw an impending apocalypse. Imperious said, "An undead beast with horns is like a demonic ancestor. That's extremely rare!" Bang! In his Immortal Unity state, Chad threw a powerful punch at the undead beast's head, smashing it into the ground. "If it's so rare, it's too much of a waste just to restore him," Imperious said. Chad glared at the weasel. "Such an undead beast is a menace. What's the point of keeping it?"

“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