Immortals Vampires Novels & Stories

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

Who in their right mind would believe such a thing? But Lumiére's skepticism was short-lived as Reagan spoke up for the first time, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room. "We heard about this a few weeks ago, but didn't believe it until we decided to check...they are targeting vampires, High Lord. I don't know how they are doing it, but they are killing vampires...those three that were murdered were vampires and this is not their first time…" he said, his voice serious. Lord Lumiére's expression darkened, and he spat out a curse. "We are fucking immortals!" he exclaimed, his anger boiling over. "Immortals! We don't die!"

Their countenances and complexions are pallid, and they exude a frigid aura akin to that of lifeless bodies. The creatures of the night known as vampires were said to possess immortality despite being considered dead. Their abilities granted them this remarkable trait, allowing them to thrive in the shadows and strike fear into the hearts of mortals. Their immortality was not absolute, for there existed two methods by which they could be vanquished: decapitation or dismemberment. "I am Alaric Zale Bathory," he introduced himself. "My love," he said, "you may address me as Alaric. Nobody else can utter my name but you," said the man as they strolled along.

"But once there are just a few Immortals when they do twenty years old, after a lot of training, they are sent to a respective world, where they must complete an important mission." For father's sake... "And if they did it right, they will meet their soulmate and will be able to bring their mate with them when they come back to their home in a land above all the worlds, and there, the evermore turns their partner into an Immortal so they can be together." I think I am having goosebumps. How does this person know so much about us? Not only him- but his ancestors... h-how can this be happening? "And you know how they fall into our world? They fall like a shooting star from the sky, in a baby b

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."

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

A pair of witches in long green coats passed by, their eyes glowing faintly as they whispered to each other. A group of wolves in human form lounged by a fountain, their gazes following me with open suspicion. And then there were the vampires. They didn’t walk so much, more of gliding, moving with that unnatural grace I’d only ever seen in movies. Every single one of them seemed aware of me, like they could smell what I was under the ward. “This is…” I began. “A lot?” Davorin finished. “Yeah. Definitely a lot.” We stopped at a tall, arched doorway carved with more ancient designs.

I'm starting to feel bad, like I haven't eaten in a while. "Vampires are immortals who drink blood. They are either born or made. Witches are beings able to tap into the magic of the Earth. They can only be born." "I wonder how many there are." I say in amazement. I fall back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Ok, so drinking blood isn't much different than some shifters liking raw meat. Raw meat is bloody.

"I don't know how accurate this is, but back in Spain, gran told me that this particular rogue group has come together with those witches from long ago to create an immortality potion." My eyes widen. "They freed the witches?" I ask with shock written all over my face. "Yes, they did," Jessica answers. "Witches were working on immortality when they were locked away for good, but these rogues freed them and now there is an army of them working together with the rogues." Immortality isn't unheard of in the supernatural world. Vampires are immortal, but not werewolves. We have a long life span that exceeds two to three hundred years sometimes, but we aren't immortal.

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."