Immortals After Dark Novels & Stories

"They are the Necculeans. A species with untold telekinetic abilities. Their strengths also extend to their political expertise, their military strategy and warfare. The other dominions practically bow at their feet." A cloying weight presses down on my chest. "I don't want to do this. Is there a way I can, I don't know, return my powers? Turn mortal?" "Practically, you are." "What do you mean?" "Death bringers are one of the only known immortal mortal species." A pause. "So, let me get this. The gods want me to off a race of immortals--while having low health-life battery?" His lip twitches at the corner. "Yes."

It had been a long time since I'd thought of blood as more than just a necessity to be obtained in the most civilized manner possible and consumed with expedience, not savored. "So what do you do for a living, Ariana?" He sipped at his beer, though with a werewolf metabolism he could have probably downed a whole keg without getting drunk. Most immortals have a less-intense reaction to drugs than humans. If I chugged a whole bottle of wine I might get a slight buzz...but probably not.

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good a

He glances over his shoulder, making sure Beau is still with us. A heartbeat later, Beau appears in a blur of motion, his crimson eyes gleaming as they slice through the predawn gloom. I curl into myself, narrowing my eyes as I struggle to make out the world around us. It suddenly makes perfect sense why immortals claim the night. Darkness is where mortals falter, where exhaustion clouds our judgment and fear sharpens every shadow. I glance around the area with hesitant curiosity. I can still see the forest we cleared just minutes ago. Its billowing trees stand tall, their branches dancing to the whispers of the wind.

Chapter 19: Top 15 and Still Invisible The afternoon classes blurred into each other like background noise Nico couldn’t turn off. First was Supernatural Ethics—dry lectures on Accords compliance, moral obligations of immortality, the ethics of blood sourcing post-war. He sat in the back, notebook open but pen mostly idle, staring at the page while the professor droned. Whispers followed him in, whispers followed him out. No one spoke to him directly. They didn’t have to. The Daily Fang notifications kept pinging on every phone in the room.

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.”

"A month after this incidence. Xavier was beheaded by my Fathers orders. He was also desiccated and locked up so he wouldn't be brought back to life. We tried our best. Xander and I got Nicholas mother to try to bring him back to life. Xavier was stuck in hell and he suffered down there for what seemed like eternity. He suddenly came back with only one agenda. Revenge. He killed our Father and Sent Our Mother away. Alec was our Brother too. He left with our mother. Had always been Mama's favorite." Anessa finishes with a scoff. "Xavier came back as a Demon and a Vampire. No one knows what happened down there except him." Meryl continues. " He was more deadly. They called him Azrael. Shadow o

He leaps back and shifts into his human form, chest heaving, that twisted smile still playing on his lips. I shift back as well, stepping out of the dust. The wound on my arm takes too long to seal up. That’s when I catch it. Wolfbane. This bastard inflicted poison while we were fighting. “It’s been a while since I had a good fight,” Jack smirks, raising his head like he had already won. “Too bad it’ll be ending soon.” My fist clenches. “Now that you have your so-called mate, the eternal curse has been lifted,” he says, and I hate where he is heading. “Which means you are no longer immortal.”

"What do you mean Grandpa? What changed?" Grandfather sighed. "The mortal world right now is voided with any magical powers. It's the balance of nature. So immortals like us live in a world that mortals can't just enter. If people like me use power outside, that will create a butterfly effect. Supernatural events will start to crawl into mankind and it will be the start of the apocalypse. That is the reason why we are here in Wysteria and why it is not visible on any map. We are here to balance the world."

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.