Immortals Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Seraphine whispered, her voice trembling against the roar of chaos. The immortal’s gaze was steady, unshakable. “Then we will surpass it. Together.” He released a pulse of energy, silver and gold threads weaving outward, striking the monstrous armies with precision born from their shared bond. Seraphine matched it, her hands glowing, shaping the chaotic magic into protective shields and offensive arcs of light. Every movement they made was synchronized, every strike an echo of their trust, their love. The First Immortal hovered above, his immense form radiating power that could collapse entire dimensions. “You think your love can stop me?” he roared, unleashing a torrent of energy that bent

I had always wanted to know the story behind him being immortal, “My father, as you know began a purge to wipe out all humans from the face of the earth. He did not care who they were or what they were, his only objective was to kill them. In his power hungry state, he killed the human Husband of a powerful witch who then retaliated by cursing me, his first and only son to a life of immortality”, “I thought spells do not work on you except it is from the witch head’s family”, this was the first time I had interrupted him since he started speaking, “Yes, but I was the prince, not the king”, he pointed out and I nodded, letting him continue his story, “The only way I could become mortal again

I stumble forward as Adrien jerks the rope. “Actually,” Emerald holds up one finger, “they are called incarne. One out of every five-hundred immortals are born with these special gifts. Fun fact, the gifts tend to skip between one to four generations, but almost always stay within the family.” “Keep moving,” Adrien grumbles. Slowly, the dusty shops lessen, giving way to abandoned homes. I try not to stare at a pair of shoes strewn across the empty roadway as if someone ran right out of them.

Sage pov Flashback Nine year old Sage, one of the naturally born immortals, watched his family being slaughtered by one who looked like a demon from hell. Just last night they had been having dinner, all laughs and fun, no pressure, everyone loved everyone. His mother, father, brothers, and little sister, all together, with him the last born. They usually ate together, but this time felt different, they all had something extra to say, River, his eldest brother, had offered him his powers as a gift; the others followed suit.

“We are joy. We have felt every tear that has been shed. We have breathed every breath. We are pain and forgiveness, anger and sin. We are intangible and everything that can be felt at once.” Scarlet shook her head and tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. “And you can help me?” she stammered. The blue eyed sister turned to the other two. “Dear sisters,” she said. “She cares deeply for the dying Immortalist.” “It is a powerful love, indeed,” the second sister said. “But what of her mother and father? They chase her across the Earth.” Scarlet finally managed to collect herself and stood. “What about my parents?” she asked.

“If they see you, they’ll try to keep you here. You’re not supposed to be in the land of the dead. They’ll think you belong.” “Who are they exactly?” I asked, though I knew already. “Your father, Orion," she pointed at the gigantic man that looked like me. "Oman," the man with dreads, "Kore," the woman. "They're our guides. Our gods. Avery, this is sacred ground. You’ve crossed something you shouldn’t.” “Then come with me,” I begged, voice breaking. “Help me bring Axel back. Please, Akira. I can’t lose him. Not now.”

Could that mean… Eyes wide, head lifting up from the screen, I mutter under my breath. “Mr. Hanks sacrifices his wives to maintain their lifeline to the wolf in the dungeon.” Chills race down my spine recalling I’ve witnessed this before. According to ancient tales, when one wants to become immortal, one must give something else in exchange. A life for life. My uncle, Enzo wanted to do that which was what caused a major rift between him and my father two centuries ago. That is the same tactic the Slayers used. That means… Those men are immortal.

Are they beings from the Beast kingdom, who came to personally ask her Father to live here in the kingdom? Then the brawny creature spoke; “We come to pledge our allegiance to the Protector, to abolish the sinful inhabitants who will rise and cloak this world in tribulation.” Wren looked at his Father once more then back to them. “… and who can you be?...” The brawny creature raised his head as the two-faced creature looked the other way. “We are who this world know as the, Immortals.” The brawny creature revealed. Randall slightly widened his eyes, her daughter on the other hand was much more surprised than her Father.

"I can't understand. I mean... I don't know where I should start to question!" " What you wants to know most?" He asked in a calm and warm tone. " Well.... My mate!" A soft sigh released. His eyes were on the Moon flowers that were next to the book I just placed. His fingers intertwined with a thoughtful frown between his eyebrows. " It's forbidden for an immortal and mortal be in relationship." My eyes narrow as a few creases appeared on my forehead. I leaned forward, unable to proceed with his words, " Dad! Who is immortal? Hades isn't an -!"

“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,