Immortals Book Novels & Stories

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

When his primordial spirit left his body, he saw Miss Sixth and Chad standing at the entrance of the Mystic Archive, inviting him in. After Imperious's primordial spirit entered the Mystic Archive, he said, "Kid, you must give me a reason not to kill you. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from killing you!" Chad's Mystic Archive had reached an abnormal level, even perfectly presenting the legendary world of the immortals that could only be reached by those who ascended to immortality thousands of years ago! That was the immortal realm spoken of in the legends of the Mystics. Chad smiled without saying a word.

“The Reflection Game is a legacy, Anna. Our family has been its keeper for centuries. It was entrusted to us by the last of the Seven Immortals.” Anna’s eyes widened. “The Immortals? They’re real?” “They were,” Evelyn said. “Long ago, they ruled a realm beyond this world. They created the game as a way to test humanity’s worthiness to wield great power. But as the centuries passed, it became a weapon in the wrong hands.” Anna frowned. “How did our family get involved?” “One of our ancestors was chosen to guard the game,” Evelyn explained. “She was the only mortal the Immortals trusted. Since then, the book has been passed down through our bloodline. But I never wanted you to be involved. I n

"Then comes survival, starvation, body readaptation, blood bond, irritation towards human foods but forced acceptance of them. New senses unlock and old ones' shift—and a whole lot more I cannot cover, dear reader. But know this, the first price of immortality is anguish." I shut the book close with wide eyes. Okay, this is crazy. Scratch that, this is very terrific, horrific, brutal, dark, humourless, dangerous, ghastly, beastly...give me more words! Excuse my pardon?! These people are twisted, like insanely twisted. And fate decides to fuck me harder by making Kael enter the room just in time. "You're awake. Good to see you in one piece." He cracks up, a dent of smile on his lips, tugged t

Xiao Long saw an old black book, named 'Shadow Spirit Step - Incomplete' This was the only book that interested him in the many martial art technique books that he had read here. The technique book is incomplete, but it's a high class among middle-class martial arts techniques. Moreover, with the god’s legacy, he can complete this technique and make it rise to a high level of martial arts. Xiao Long took the old book and went down to the first floor, hoping the elder would return. As soon as he got to the first floor, he saw Elder Qi sitting there reading his book, again. “Elder, I will retrieve the book” Xiao Long said while showing the old black book. Elder Qi saw the book in Xiao Long's h

Mortals do not alter death. Yet Nora had done both. She altered an ending. She sensed my presence. She saw me. And she existed outside the system entirely. I stepped back into the vast darkness between realms. My attention lingered not from fascination, but calculation. I would dismantle this flaw. I would restore order. I would learn how she broke the rules so I could prevent it from ever happening again. Whether she knew it or not, Nora had been claimed by Death.

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

“When our dear mother was expecting Imara, a clairvoyant stopped her on the street. Not looking for money or anything, mind you. The mood just struck her; I suppose. She went on to tell my mother that Imara would live a tortured life and would never live to see her 3oth birthday. Of course, there were some other things she said concerning my folks that , unfortunately, they didn’t take heed to. The crime of it all for Imara and I is that everything the clairvoyant told my mother has come to pass. Everything. We’ve been running all over God’s creation trying to keep the inevitable from happening until we can find someone to get us to the Realm where she’ll be safe.” As he clenched his teeth,

"Nearly a thousand years ago, that creature tore our whole world apart and killed nearly half the people. It took all the power we could muster to contain it." Glancing over his shoulder to Nicholas, Daniel looked around the old warlock's face. "Contain? You didn't kill it?" Nicholas came to Daniel's side and sighed as he crossed his arms. "Nothing ever really dies, Daniel. Even when your body ceases to breathe, you will go on as does The Evil. His soul lingers on the wind and in the hearts of bad men. The time will come when he is able to poke a hole into this world and begin his reign of terror again." Putting his hand on Daniel's shoulder, Nicholas looked at Daniel. "We must be ready when