Immortals Mc Novels & Stories

Imperious peeked through a crack in the door and marveled, "He's an undead beast! Incredible!" Chad followed and looked at Michael's state through the crack. The black energy enveloping him was visible to the naked eye, leaving only his head untouched. Imperious turned to Chad. "How about leaving this to me? In return, the Evergrow in him will be mine. Deal?" Chad asked, puzzled, "Are you confident?" Imperious smiled proudly. "We Weasel Immortals are the ancestors of sorcery and unorthodox methods. There are some things that only we can handle."

They believed it had formidable strength and a better chance of survival during these chaotic times. On the other hand, those who allied with Immortals Alliance valued the freedom it provided. Founded by independent immortals, the core principle of Immortals Alliance was unity in diversity. They did not impose restrictions during normal times but would unite against common enemies when necessary, which appealed to many immortals.

Aiden leaned back and thought for a long time, brows furrowed. “Why do you ask?” Caitlin finally asked, becoming concerned herself by his expression. “I think there may be another force at play here,” Aiden finally said. “What do you mean?” Caitlin asked. Aiden sighed. “There is a prophecy that, when the last vampire on earth surfaces, the Immortalists would die.” “Immortalists?” Caleb asked. Aiden nodded. “An ancient race of legend, a race destined to live precisely two thousand years old. Not quite immortal—a misnomer, if you will. But they have the ability to be immortal, to extend their lifetimes forever. They need the last vampire to continue living….”

All of them were expressionless as if they were emotionless porcelain statues. “They are corpses!” Frostine gulped as she felt goosebumps raised all over her body. Neela’s voice chimed in Alex’s ears, “Sir, we’re in big trouble. This monk is way stronger than the one we’ve faced back in Raze City, most likely an Immortal Monarch. These corpses are very strong as well. Every one of them has probably achieved Immortalization. We can’t beat them.” Alex’s jaw almost dropped to the floor after hearing this. “Are you sure?”

“Forgive our informality, Your Majesty. I wasn’t aware.” A shiver went through Haldir from the icy eyes on his back, and he released his hands from Rosemary, only to have her thread her arm through his and turn him to face her husband. Even to a man who cannot die, the Darke King was frightening. He glowed blue with a spark that Haldir had seen before, and he understood the immense power he was facing. The immortal human lowered his eyes to the floor and bowed his head to him. “Your Majesty.”

Host will not access the Host Data and Slave Data anymore, please wait for 20 years, host. "Tit!" The man looked at the plains of Jungle. "I will not run anymore!" "They ruined everything!" Luis Park is now different. "System!" He called. Then a system Interface popped up. ~System~ 1. Immortal Leveling System (tap to see more) *tap Luis Park tapped the System without hesitation "Tit!" ~Immortal Leveling System~ A system that will change the human into Immortals. Immortal is different from God. From the word Immortal, that means a mortal is rebelling against the passage of time.

She rhetorically asked and scoffed a brief laugh. "What does that mean?" The leading woman asked. "Unlike the pack of Blood Mooners that I subdued many years ago, there was another group of undying vampires known as the 'real immortals'. Stake them they live, cut of their heads another grows back, burn them, butcher them, yet they join back together. They can't die."

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

I knew lots of immortals had served in wars. There have always been a few humans who knew about us and were willing to make use of our special abilities. Most immortals were given special assignments rather than serving in the trenches since they couldn't afford to have humans see them regenerate if they were wounded. I was absolutely sure some of those "special assignments" had been pretty horrible. I picked up his hand and kissed it then changed the subject. "Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?"

“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,