Immortals Lyrics Novels & Stories

And not for myself either, but for the fate of the rest of the world. Hale grabs his arm. "You need to leave. You're scaring Vaela." I don't flinch, as the man stares me down, eyes shining with tears. "Become Immortal as soon as possible, even if you have to live out your sentence in Death's realm. It's better than being his forever." Hale vanishes, taking the man with him. Turning around, I pace back and forth, fingers clenching into fists. Be his forever. I

"Alangan naman wala kayong gawin kapag nakapasok na sila? Syempre papatayin mo!" "148 na sila! Now isn't the time to fight!" Gen screamed, frustrated at the situation. 149. A fucking tie. "Bago pa 'ko makatapak, patay na 'ko!" Oliver exclaimed. "Ang layo pa ng respawn ko," Felix muttered. "Shit." "Wala na, tangina!" sabay pa na sigaw ni Iris at Dave. 150. Defeat.

Ooh Yearning's no use, for eternal love is just a farce Ooh What should I seek then? The Immortal sings a song and plays the instruments herself for a while, she walking down from the mountain of a problem. Holding a small fan in right hand, shake her body while looking into all audience's eyes. While singing the song, her hand swing slow to the left and to the right. Very shy, she closes her face with a small fan. Playing a small fan like a tornado, shaking her body, knees, and shoulders. She raises her hand up and shakes it fast, closes her face with hand while peeking all guest. The Immortal back to play the music herself, she will be solving the problem in the future. Lola make a last mo

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

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

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”

One of them yelled, "Friends, we're envoys from the Immortals' League. We're bringing back a suspect under our Lord's orders. Please give way!" Someone from the other group replied, "Who cares? Leave him behind, and we'll spare your damned life! No, two lives!" This enraged the two envoys immensely. However, seeing as the group had the courage to look down on the Immortals' League, they were unlikely to be some ordinary demons or monsters. Thus, the envoys suppressed their rage and remained as courteous as possible. One of them said, "Please tell us your names!" "Listen well then. I'm the Great Immortal from Hell of the Corpse Refinery Sect!"

- Stop being shitty; you could even be the most powerful of the gods, but that doesn't give you the right to cheat and be reborn in the body of my innocent future son. - Right? – he shouts with a voice like thunder that makes the walls shake, and the demons cower. Lucifron stands firm. – You are nothing. None of you are. Do you think you have any value because you are a little more than human? Rights? Your right is to serve the immortals. You can live for centuries, but even you eventually die, maybe by old age or by the hand of someone else. Your life will come to an end when your heart stops. I am forever. I am eternal. I am more than life itself.

Sienna asked, though she already knew. “Immortality,” Lunaris said, and the word tasted like perfectly cold water after a long march. “Not as a tale told by frightened men who dislike endings. A condition. A craft. You will not age. You will not tire. Your breath will be a nation’s weather. Your body will be a gate. You will outlast their betrayals and their praise. You will stand where a dozen queens would fall, and when you turn your hand, an era will tilt.” Sienna did not blink. “And the cost.”