Invincible Immortal Age Novels & Stories

Amelia says as she takes a seat on her porch. My mind is in a frenzy, and I hold my hands up. "Wait. So my mark healed like that because I am already immortal," I ask, and Amelia nods. She gives me a sad look before patting the seat next to her. I abide her request and sit down. "When you reach the age of twenty-five, your body will freeze. You will never age again. Your hair and nails grow as they always have, but nothing else will change. While this might seem like a curse to you...to our family, it was a gift. It was a gift given to my mates for their losses and their win against Lord Stefan. My great grandmother blessed their line of descendants so they will never have to say goodbye to

The gene, made the man sitting next to her, scratch her skin hard and he did and it made her skin bleed but it was healed as soon as it was scratched. She immediately, placed her hands over her cheeks but that was of no use now. Hadius had already seen what he shown by the gene. He knew what kind of person holds that kind of power. A devilish smile crept on his lips and now he knew what he should do in order to get that immortal life even after his death. He wasn't scared of the death anymore cause he knew what can make him immortal now. He had ordered, the gene to take away his soul before Briada would take it away.

If they do decide against us, we'll just give the Queens the old heave-ho and deal with it later. Again, delusion. She sighed. You seem to be working under a flawed premise I've meant to speak with you about for quite some time. Sorry? Where was the flaw exactly? It's not like they can really hurt me or anything. I'm immortal. Immortal, yes, she sent. But not invincible. Gulp. Explain? Immortality means you will live forever, and never grow old, she sent. As long as nothing happens to you. That sounded rather final for something I was given the impression would go on and on forever. Why was this the first time I was hearing this information?

Alana could not help but remark. “I know. It’s the werewolf genes, Alana,” Valencia revealed with a wink. “Alana, Kai, being werewolves, we age slowly when we turn eighteen and it completely stops when we turn thirty-five. We are practically immortals, except we still die from silver, or cursed objects, and poison too,” Alric added. “Really?” Alana’s eyes widened with shock, and while she was overwhelmed, Kai was pleased with the idea. “That’s cool, daddy!” Kai exclaimed.

"In fact, this youth is the reason why I left him in the first place." "I can understand that," she nodded solemnly. "Spending that long with an insufferable individual can be terrible." I glared at Elora. "Who did you call insufferable?" "I never called names, did I, Alpha?" she asked with feigned innocence. "Well, just in case he hasn't told you, he is immortal," Avala said. "I believe he has lived for over five centuries now, or more. I can't be sure." Elora's eyes widened as she turned to me.

“Why?” I had several reasons myself, but I wanted to know his. “Because immortality isn’t the same thing as invincibility.” His gaze dropped. “When Ezra activated his immortality genes, he still bled. He still broke. He still needed Cadence to stabilize him.” His fingers curled. “But whatever Cadence created…” His voice lowered. “She couldn’t hurt it. Couldn’t kill it. Couldn’t even destroy it. That’s the description of someone invincible.”

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

she was remained a mystery but we knew she was by far the oldest council member. Being immortal, us wolves could live indefinitely barring devastating injuries or the even rarer illness. Most physical aging slowed after the age of thirty and even the oldest among us barely looked a day past forty. Alma was no exception. Despite her age, she was a truly stunning she-wolf, tall and lean with sheets of platinum hair hanging well past her waist and the most entrancing silver-gray eyes.

"Because my body is invulnerable to all poisons." "Invulnerable to all poisons?' Moriri's body trembled. She glared at Darryl with shock. Invulnerability to all poisons existed only in the legends. According to the legend, only those powerful enough to reach the Infinite Zen Level could have a body with invulnerability to all poisons. Nonetheless, it was less than a handful of people who could surpass the ninth grade and reach Comprehension. No people had reached the Infinite Zen Level in the recent thousand years.

I control them all to some degree. Kai and I were born as necromancers, an ability that used to have to be mastered and earned. Dad had to learn how to become a necromancer. He died and had to bring himself back to life. I’m glad I got to skip that part. I was born with all the necromancer's abilities, such as controlling death, talking to spirits, and immortality. That’s why eighteen feels like a blimp to me. A moment in time that I will forever have. I won’t age past eighteen. This is the end of the line for me regarding aging. I’ve always been immortal, but I stop aging now. I’m technically a year younger than my mom, who has been stuck at the age of nineteen since she became my dad’s fam