Immortals Mc Novels & Stories

“I’ve yet to see forever to know for sure.” “So I will die one day.” “Well, My Dear.” Mardichi shifted uncomfortably. “Once you have been marked as the mate of a Forever Knight that becomes an option for ye.” An option? How can immortality be an option? I gave him a confused look. “The Alpha’s mate can grant you immortality to become one of us forever, one of our pack.” “So, I could change as you do?” “You could, were you not already something else. You, in particular, never will be able to.”

did I grant immortality to them? Is this the true power of a Necromancer?! I finally realised the true potential of my class. How could anyone stop me if I used it right? [Monarch's blessing(Epic): "The monarch grants immortality". All followers are immortal unless the host runs out of mana or died] I had assumed as much. This has given me a reason to focus on my INT stat more. My summoning power increases as my mana increases. [1 mana will be consumed every time a summoned died]

~Vaela Morality is a punishing thing. Been there. Done that. Died young, spent nearly a century in death before arriving here. The immortal realm, where I am to live out a not so immortal existence, as I shall eventually die. The name must have sounded nice in its creation. The only true immortality belongs to the pure-bloods. Dark, twisted individuals with magic beyond their means. Magic to crush realms, to torture and abuse. Eyla’s voice echoes through my subconscious, jolting me from my vacant thoughts.

Valerie said. “So, who are these Immortals? What are they?” Angela asked. “They’re just like you Heralds, only a step lower in the power pyramid. The Immortals spiritually and physically represent elements that serve as the major building blocks of nature. We have found three of them, but there's still about five left, so we need to be quick,” Nicole explained. “So... who are the Immortals you've found?” Angela asked, jumping off her bed, which was above Valerie’s.

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.

He returned to his seat and quickly turned the page of the book. Immortals are the result of forbidden love between a vampire and a lycan. They have the power of both races and can act and do things like humans. You can never identify them easily, unless..." it stopped. "What comes next?" "Unless you try to kill them with the most lethal weapon." Miss Rita looked up at me. "Is that the only way?" My question raised an eyebrow. "What I want to know is how to recognize him, how to know that he is the one we are looking for."

Its voice vibrated in their minds, omnipresent and ancient. “You have reached the heart of my domain, anomaly. Every pulse of your bond disrupts threads I have maintained since the first dawn of creation. Will you endure… or be unmade?” The immortal beside Seraphine spread his wings, silver energy crackling along the feathers. “They feel the bond,” he said quietly. “Every heartbeat, every surge. And yet… they cannot predict its chaos. That is why we endure.” The ground quaked violently as the First Immortal struck, sending pulses of raw cosmic energy cascading outward. Shards of fractured reality collided, twisting, snapping, spinning. Shadows lunged for them, attempting to sever the connect

Cae murmured in fear. The Immortals were a group of Fenrir creatures, a race of monstrous wolves who have been in existence since the beginning of time. They were different from the lycans and the werewolves. They were even more powerful than the Wildings, and deadlier than the Reapers. They stayed faraway, in the hills and caves, living in isolation. They only emerged when it was absolutely necessary. If they suspected that Gwendolyn had the slightest connection to a dark, unknown power source, they would kill her.

of killing me was a hoax, but not many people know I am immortal in the first place. Though the myths called the Demon Alpha immortal, they have been so diluted and embellished that not many people believed it in this age. Anyone who was sure of my immortality should be long dead by now. Even more concerning is the fact that this individual has formed a group that calls themselves the Outlanders. I'm assuming this group would be made up of rogues, but it baffles me that this is the first time I am hearing about them.

Frederick hadn’t abandoned the Whalens yet because they were still useful to Frederick, and he was confident in controlling Nathan. "The Whalens have trained many fighters over the years, though none are as strong as the Eight Warlords. The people we have currently could handle the York's fighters, but this time, the Yorks are going all out. They've reportedly hired seven experts known as the Seven Immortals," Nathan explained. Frederick had heard of the Seven Immortals. These seven were reclusive Savant Arts masters, each with over a century of cultivation. Their hidden retreat was called the Immortal Palace, and every year, many cultivators sought their guidance.