Immortals Book Novels & Stories

These creatures shall eliminate those who are too weak to be part of the perfect mortal race. So it is with pure panicked horror that Mirabelle asks the question that I am sure even the Demon Hunter, Zachariah, knows the answer to. "Do I even dare to ask what the other spells are?" "My beloved, there shall be a spell that will, if you wish to say, cleanse immortals too. Now, if he follows the book to perfect detail, the next shall be to cleanse the very creatures that have just cleansed the mortals for him. "And when you say him, you say you know exactly who this person is?"

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

This was cheating. Alex had had an overview of the Ultimate Book of Medicine, acquired the Legacy of the God of Medicine and clearly understood the cultivation levels except for the lack of laws now. After the Tribulation Crossing was the ninth realm to Imminent Immortal. Then, it was Immortalization, followed by Human Immortal, Earthly Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, Immortal Monarch, and Immortal Emperor. They had not even achieved Immortalization now, but they were up against an Immortal Monarch.

In just an instant, all life within the sea was extinguished. The Ancestora had attained the power of a true immortal upon escaping his confinement, despite only ascending just moments ago. True immortals, beings of pure solar energy that were born from the void, could peer into the river of time and use the rules of heaven and earth to fortify themselves. Even a mere drop of their blood could remain undestroyed for epochs. Their slightest emotions could cause the heavens and earth to shift hues and induce a myriad of visions.

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?

According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Being to his grandchildren. In the pavilion of the Evermore temple, there is a gigantic and magical library, called "The Library of Destiny". That library contains thousands of books. These books are known as "Books of Destiny", since each Immortal that is born, a book lights up and omnisciently connects itself to this child's life thread. We study the reality of our destiny book since we're kids, we study about every single thing. The world, the races, the cultures, the kingdoms, the history of each place, the geography, and the science.

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a