Romans & histoires Immortals After Dark

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

he said seriously as I was just confused, here I am again, so slow to understand everything. "And who is that? What's the book of immortality?" I asked. He smiled as he looked at me. "It's Freeda, she's the key to mending the broken relationship between the vampire and the werewolves. She will fulfill the book of the beauty of immortality," he said then looked at the dark sky, there was a bright star, it was the Polaris. "The destiny is written in the book and no one can change it," he also added which made me more confused. Book? What the hell is he talking about?

Thank you for being with Madison, Aleister, Mallory, Hunter, Farkas, Ahina, Roberto and everyone else! Battle of the Immortals officially signing off!

Its snarls echoed through the night, a chilling reminder of the danger they faced. And so, with hearts heavy with uncertainty, yet fueled by an unyielding love for their clans and the fragile peace they had fought so hard to attain, the Immortals and Lycans took their stand. Their fangs and claws gleamed in the moonlight, their powers crackled with determination, as they prepared to face the embodiment of darkness itself.

(Elijah) The Eternal Night Division was one of Aeternum's many secret military divisions, but it was undoubtedly the most formidable. Unlike the Special Forces, the Eternal Night Division surpassed all others in every aspect—physical attributes, effectiveness, and tactical prowess. What set them apart even further was the fact that every soldier in the division was a vampire, granting Aeternum an army of undying elite soldiers. However, it was precisely because they were vampires that their existence had to remain hidden. In the current age, vampires were still regarded as evil creatures, not just another race of humans. Revealing their existence would severely damage Aeternum's reputation a

She rhetorically asked and scoffed a brief laugh. "What does that mean?" The leading woman asked. "Unlike the pack of Blood Mooners that I subdued many years ago, there was another group of undying vampires known as the 'real immortals'. Stake them they live, cut of their heads another grows back, burn them, butcher them, yet they join back together. They can't die."

He returned to his seat and quickly turned the page of the book. Immortals are the result of forbidden love between a vampire and a lycan. They have the power of both races and can act and do things like humans. You can never identify them easily, unless..." it stopped. "What comes next?" "Unless you try to kill them with the most lethal weapon." Miss Rita looked up at me. "Is that the only way?" My question raised an eyebrow. "What I want to know is how to recognize him, how to know that he is the one we are looking for."

Adonis entered the opened monastery and made for his answer. Lord Adonis had discovered there was an ultimate cure and he wouldn't have to depend on mere human blood for a temporary relief once he is able to lay his hands on her. She is the Elkanel. An angel whose blood is illuminated. The blood dripping from her heart will heal his wounds. With her death, Lord Adonis will be reborn and he will be liberated from the pain that has held him bond. But he will have to wait for her to be reborn as she will be reincarnated only after a total eclipse takes place. Lord Adonis quickly did the mathematics. The Elkanel will be born in the next one hundred years.

It was an uneartlhy experience that still leaves me slightly unsettled to this day and will for the rest of my life. One thing about mastering death is that you come back immortal by bringing yourself back from the dead. I can still die, but it takes special weapons to kill an immortal being such as myself. I can always give up my immortality as a god could in the old folklores, which is what most do after a long life; they give up the immorality and die. I’ll be stuck at the age of twenty -seven until till I either die or give up my immorality. I have bonded Ari to me, making her immortal with me. I haven’t told her, but I’m going to have to soon. Ari will be able to give up her immortality

“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.”