Immortals Mc Novels & Stories

For us, it’s the centre of business. “Ragnarök!” I shouted as I walked through the door, calling all patched members to meet. Compared to most stereotypical MCs, we were small, with only six fully patched members (including me!). We had quite a lot of newbies, but they were a long way off from being patched. But also compared to most stereotypical clubs, we had better profits, success rates, fewer calamities, and, a true bragging point, none of our members were behind bars.

“Imagine, please, that you receive a private message “would you like to come together and destroy a small village, or maybe spread a small black plague. It has become an app for very strong and bored supernatural beings looking for each other. Many miss the days when mortals fell on their faces in awe of our power. When human sacrifice was taken for granted. Remember that tsunami a couple of years ago? It was a BM couple having too much fun." "BM?" I looked around the bar, but no one needed me. "Immortal Match. The death toll was too high. They're closed." Meg's eyes also flickered to the other patrons. "Where is your demon? I thought he was supposed to be here to guard you?"

He promised me. He knows it, maybe he's one of the former humans, not a descendant. "Are you one of the people the king of Valeria took from outside Wysteria?" I asked him but I could already see his answer. "You're right. I'm one of the original humans and became immortal by drinking the King's blood. But that was a long time ago, the originals are no different from those born here." He answered me. I nodded in agreement. "You're right, except for the immortals born here," I answered him.

While Azrail and Lucia walked the hallway that leads to Lord Adonis chambers, Azrail began to think of what could be going on in Lord Adonis chambers. As far as Azrail was concerned, Lord Adonis was as fit as a fiddle and if he was by any chance sick which he doubted, Azrail knew Lord Adonis wouldn't resort to modern medicine because it would be useless to start with. All death agents could feel pains but their bodies was immune to modern medicine because they are soulless, so Azrail concluded that the medical supplies were not for Lord Adonis but was for someone who has a soul and a heartbeat, of course only humans fit into this category.

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

I was more breathless than before. “One question at a time, angel. Hellhounds are hell beasts that are wild and ferocious. Their fangs are unforgiving and can tear your soul like flesh and bones. If they attack an immortal, he spends a few extremely excruciating months in the hospital. Immortals can’t die, but they can get hurt pretty badly. And to answer your second question, we ran because it was fun and it has been years since I had this kind of fun. As for being an Alpha. That’s my rank, angel, not my identity. Right now, I am a husband who earns just enough to support his wife.” My eyes dropped to his lips.

You have your orders, find those that are marked and bring them to the island, the rest of them eliminated. A great roar went up as they organised into platoons and headed across the border nowhere would be safe for the humans they had brought about their own destruction. The Immortals were organised and powerful, they had immense strength and they had the numbers now that they had their Alliance the humans really did not stand a chance.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

“I built this business empire from nothing and now you will inherit it! You will learn and study all our ledgers, business contacts, and you will stop embarrassing me with your wild nights and reckless hunts for pleasure!” “Embarrassing you?” ‎I laugh bitterly. “That’s rich coming from the man who sold my cousin last month to that weakling lord just to secure one shipping route. All you care about is yourself and your business, but I won't be your next pawn. I would rather burn all the warehouses myself than let you control my life!” “You will do as I say Ambrosia!” His fist crashes down on the desk, cracking the wood. “You will obey me or I will stop you from roaming the lower districts at