Immortals After Dark Novels & Stories

"I won't hate you because of your secret, you are my benefactress, I owe my future and life to you." "Which you should not. I don't care if you get disappointed in me after learning my secret or leave me. But I'm scared to tell this to anyone." Arturia waited for Cass to speak. She never spoke anything anymore after that. The latter took a deep breath as she spoke the words that were also the cause of the trouble. "I'm an immortal. And so does my family, all of us aren't humans, and if you think we are, then you are wrong."

“My name is Stace. I come from a realm very far away. I shouldn’t be here, doing this, but Death has become too much of a threat.” “So you’re going to kill her?” The words feel ashy in my mouth. He nods grimly. “It is what must be done. Powerful immortals are becoming a threat to my kind.” “And what exactly is your kind?” I ask warily, my gaze falling to the tattoos on his neck, depicting patterns I’ve never seen before, a foreign story I don’t even want to begin deciphering. Not to mention the way they drift and curl tauntingly, ever so slowly that they nearly convince you that you’re just seeing things, and they are in fact nothing but normal tattoos.

From the ceiling, dripping water turned into a black ichor that corroded the stone wherever it landed. Kit tugged at Siron’s arm. “What do we do?” Siron looked down at the symbol on his wrist. It was glowing with a pale green light, Alaric’s color. His bond with Morat had been contaminated. The blood he had given willingly had opened a path for that ancestral spirit to hijack their connection. “Morat!” Siron shouted, staring into the green eyes set in the face he knew so well. “I know you’re still in there! Fight him!”

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

The ancient obsession of immortals terrified by the concept of permanence. I turn toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city glows beneath the night like veins of molten gold threading through darkness. Five years ago diplomacy stopped interesting me. Mercy became inefficient shortly after I lost Rose. The old houses still whisper about the shift. They call it tyranny now. Ruthlessness. Cruelty. Perhaps they are right. Grief hollows a man eventually. Even an immortal one. Especially an immortal one. Behind me Damon leans casually against the bar. “Shall I inform them His Majesty is indisposed?” he asks lazily. “Exhausted from vigorous diplomatic negotiations?”

She drawled, disappointment dripping from her tone. “I am! That is why I, the great demon lord, Ezra Xipher, allow you to go on the skeleton hunt all by yourself. If you need me… which you won’t and make sure you don’t… I’ll come,” I yelled from across the street, smiling with all my teeth on display. Thankfully, the store was located in an abandoned street and there was no one around except for one or two cloaked fingers crossing at some distance. Turning into living skeletons was just one of the many tragic fates immortals met. Being an immortal was not as romantic as mortals perceived it to be. It was far worse because eternal life came with eternal sufferings.

" You're right but there are levels of immortality, three levels, the uno eternal, an Immortal that does not age and die, they heal when they're wounded but gets killed by specific weapons and ways, vampires and demons are an example, then the second, the dos eternal, this immortals have a specific number of lives, you kill, they return until their spare lives are exhausted and the last of all, the tres eternal, the one most supreme beings are, just like me, nothing, nothing can kill us, we're Immortal forever but the third eternal is divided into many stages, when the time comes, you'll know them but I am one that can't be killed, I feel no pain, no weapon can pass through me, I'm forever e

"Tomorrow I will burn. And I will do it with a smile on my face, knowing that one day the uncrowned king of prophecy will return. And when he comes, he will bring an end to the wickedness that riddles the land, and free us from our bondage. He will bring darkness upon us and the witnesses shall rejoice to see his glory. And you will know that he is the Immortal." Sethlzaar caught sight of a whisper of smoke spill from the iron where it scraped against her neck. It was faint and thin. He blinked once, and it was gone, like a child's imagination. But what did he know? He was only a child trying to convince an adult. He sighed. "Do you have anything you would like anyone to know?" he asked. "A

Absinthe’s annoying, pain in the ass, beautiful, sexy little brother… Who also fucked me. At first my feelings for Rhayden had been kept secret from both brothers, lest I incur the wrath of Absinthe and put Rhayden in danger too. But when our last mission had us working together, the feelings I had for Rhayden came bubbling to the surface, and well… shit went sideways. Quickly. Funnily enough— Absinthe was weirdly okay with what happened between Rhayden and myself and in the end, it was how I ended up with two nigh-on immortal lovers.