Immortals Novels & Stories

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.

"An amortal being is a specie or a series of species that has a long lifespan, they do not age or rather the effect is slower compared to humans. Unlike immortals, they can be harmed or killed through a blade to the neck, a complete and absolute beheading, or exposure to extreme conditions like molten lava and elongated starvation. Otherwise, body parts cut off can grow back in a few days. They also have some unique abilities peculiar to each species." Candice digested this information; it was an eye-opening revelation. In all her life she had never known there was some sort of supernatural ranking system operating in the universe. From what she now understood

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.

“Precisely like the grim reaper, only more dangerous and hateful,” He said. “Damn, that was a lot. Wait, how do you know all these?” She eyed him, “and if my memories serve me right, Az is a god.” “Only after he ascended to godhood.” He shrugged, like it was the plainest truth out there, “Also, we immortals have the best information network,” he said proudly, “I don't think there's any race that beats it.” His voice was smug.

But right in the center of the path, the towering, ebony-skinned giant with the cascading silver-white hair completely collapsed. His bare knees struck the hard cobblestones with a concussive crack. His large hands flew to his face as a choked, agonizing weep tore from his throat, his broad chest heaving as he rocked back and forth. He was entirely unraveled by the phantom echoes of a thousand years of slaughter playing on a loop behind his ice-light eyes. He wasn't a god—none of them were. They were simply immortals. Abused, starved immortals who quite frankly wished for death rather than having to live with the horrific guilt

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Her voice was filled with shock. It was known that outside the Godly Region, there was a wider world of void. It was said that after the Pangu split the universe open, there were many powerful immortals who jumped out of the Godly Region and cultivated at places outside of the Nine Mainland. Therefore, they were called the Immortals. They were omnipotent and much stronger than the gods in the Godly Region. However, these immortals were indifferent to fame and fortune and focused on cultivation as they never participated in the matters of the Godly Region or humans.

'' Lyra i can save you , i can even if your body is no more i can still bring you back by summoning your soul and transfer it onto someone else's body '' he said to her whispering in her ear . '' I will try everything no matter what it takes '' he said to her . Then he closed the coffin and went back to research about wasteland again . According to wasteland , whoever stays there can gain supernatural powers and there was some records of the philosophers stone and elixir of life which can give eternal youth and life . Later after two days , it's finally full moon . Arthur was waiting for that night . He went out into the evening waiting for full moon by the side of the lake .

I really want to know who I really am. "We don't die by just a simple weapon we die because of silver knives because we are not humans because we are immortals." He answered. Immortals? What is that? "Our world is composed of people with magic. Vampires, Wolves, Witches, Warlocks, Fairies etc. But our race is the highest of them all" He said. "What are we then?" I asked. "Demons with special abilities" He answered. While looking at me carefully. I was shocked. Demon? I'm a demon?