Immortals After Dark Novels & Stories

“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.

His blood spilled on the stone floor ignited with a dark fire. "With my last blood, I swear!" he cried, his voice reverberating through Siron's dream, filled with unbearable anguish and rage. "The male descendants of this treacherous bloodline shall feel my shadow forever! They will know the pain of being betrayed by those who should protect! Until one of us finds peace in blood or surrender!" The ritual ended in a burst of dark energy. Morat died, but his spirit did not leave. He transformed into something else, a vengeful spirit bound to that lineage forever.

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.

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

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.

I pulled away from Ambrosia for a moment and just looked back at her. “Us Reavers, the four High Priests, myself and my brothers, we are immortal in every sense of the word. We can't be killed, can't die naturally. So far, there has been nothing that can kill us in all the millennia’s we have been here... That offers a very long and lonely life watching those you love pass, when you know you will never... Regular Reavers will not die naturally, but there are things that can kill them. For instance, The Darkness that Raphael and Rayne battled recently with. The Darkness actually killed Rayne, and The Shadows brought her back. I wasn’t personally there, but I have heard Raphael tell the story.

"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.