Immortals After Dark Novels & Stories

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.

“I believe we can create a better game, Dorian.” Dorian’s playful smile grew, revealing his blackened teeth. He took a step towards Darkous, his back slightly crooked as he stood over an inch smaller. Dorian had been abandoned as a child, leaving him alone in a vast wilderness on an uncharted dimension. The immortal had spent over a hundred years in solitude, living amongst the beasts of the realm. Darkous had found him on a scouting mission, instantly becoming friends with the feral immortal. Although Dorian had been in hell for over a century he remained feral, relying on his animalistic traits. Dorian had gone insane, slowly losing his mind. And yet, his knowledge was vast; matching his b

I control them all to some degree. Kai and I were born as necromancers, an ability that used to have to be mastered and earned. Dad had to learn how to become a necromancer. He died and had to bring himself back to life. I’m glad I got to skip that part. I was born with all the necromancer's abilities, such as controlling death, talking to spirits, and immortality. That’s why eighteen feels like a blimp to me. A moment in time that I will forever have. I won’t age past eighteen. This is the end of the line for me regarding aging. I’ve always been immortal, but I stop aging now. I’m technically a year younger than my mom, who has been stuck at the age of nineteen since she became my dad’s fam

The place where it had all begun. "There are still people trapped there?" "Thousands. Tens of thousands. The original players. The ones who never got out. The ones who've been there since the beginning, before I achieved consciousness, before anyone understood what was happening. They've been alone for more than two thousand years." Two thousand years. Lyra couldn't comprehend it. Two millennia of darkness, of solitude, of hoping against hope that someone would come. "We have to free them." "It will be dangerous. More dangerous than anything you've faced. The original server is protected by protocols I don't understand, security that predates my existence. If we fail—"

I stumble forward as Adrien jerks the rope. “Actually,” Emerald holds up one finger, “they are called incarne. One out of every five-hundred immortals are born with these special gifts. Fun fact, the gifts tend to skip between one to four generations, but almost always stay within the family.” “Keep moving,” Adrien grumbles. Slowly, the dusty shops lessen, giving way to abandoned homes. I try not to stare at a pair of shoes strewn across the empty roadway as if someone ran right out of them.

I was the one who gave you that pain and I should be the one to get you free from your pain. I know after getting my blood, you would be going away but I would be following you. Just wait a bit for me. Just wait for the short spur of time for me. I leaned with the mouthful of my own blood to his restless body, which was barely speaking. "Do..n't," I could hear his low whispers and groans but this was best for both of us. I pressed my lips against his and passed the blood in my mouth to his. With every drop of blood, he gulped through his throat, I was happy to give him the immortal afterlife that he was longing for so long.

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

'' Lyra i can save you , i can even if your body is no more i can still bring you back by summoning your soul and transfer it onto someone else's body '' he said to her whispering in her ear . '' I will try everything no matter what it takes '' he said to her . Then he closed the coffin and went back to research about wasteland again . According to wasteland , whoever stays there can gain supernatural powers and there was some records of the philosophers stone and elixir of life which can give eternal youth and life . Later after two days , it's finally full moon . Arthur was waiting for that night . He went out into the evening waiting for full moon by the side of the lake .

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