Invincible Immortal Age Novels & Stories

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

"And I believe I have already told you this story during your earlier days with us." "Not that one." Sethlzaar shifted where he sat, adjusting so that he drew nearer to her. "I mean if a person is addressed as the Immortal Aegis." Helva thought a moment. "And when was this?" "A while before I came to you people." "Well," she mused, "there is a prophecy that has survived the millennia. One of a child born to the night. Every god has a vessel born to them in every generation, be it a gift to them of Ayla or a gift from mankind, no one knows. However, there stands a god whose vessel is neither born in every generation, nor a gift from any. It is said that his vessel is a curse on Ayla and man.

My hands kept shaking uncontrollably. “You are killing yourself,” Draven told him. I tried to pull away from the healers. "Stop this." “I’m immortal,” I protested feebly. "I cannot die from this." “No, but you can be miserable forever,” he retorted. "Immortality does not mean invulnerability. It simply means you can break without dying. Hurt without the mercy of death stopping it.” I knew he was right. With my body screaming for me to stop. But I could not. Not while I had known that wolves were dying. Not when I was able to save them.

Sienna carefully described the details with an extremely focused expression. What she wanted to create was not only a bulletproof vest, but also a battlesuit that was invulnerable to swords, guns, water, and fire! The materials used for this battlesuit must be completed using technology that did not exist on the market! She had the laboratory left behind by the top science and technology doctor, Rosalind. The technology in the laboratory was ahead of modern technology for at least fifty years, and Orpheus was an incredible robot that had absorbed all of this high-end technology!

The strength of an immortal came with age, and by that rule, the longer an immortal lived, the stronger they got, irrespective of their species. Ariti was over a thousand years old. Therefore, he was a thousand times stronger than the average Sorceri. It was there, in that moment when she'd been lying on the cold floor of the court-room, the court-room where she'd once been the one torturing people and not the other way round, that she made up her mind that she was going to escape. It seemed an impossible feat and unlike before where she'd been careful in order not to get caught, this time she didn't care. She didn't care if she got injured or killed while trying to escape because she didn't

and rolled over. But the throbbing in my brain prevented me from sleeping. Grumbling, I clenched my hands. I've gotten used to being utterly isolated from the rest of the world. I supposed I had my mum after all. Assuming she was still alive, that is. I had no prior knowledge of her. As I reflected about my uncle's first impression of me when we first met, I grinned sarcastically. It was Mr. Xander's way of telling me that I had been cursed. “As you have achieved adulthood, your aging process has come to an end. You are immortal.”

he asked. “No, the medicines are not helping me. I have a headache, but I can manage.” “You should rest first.” “No, I’ll be fine.” Hunter noticed and heard them so he approached them. “Aren’t you supposed to have stronger immune system now that you’re immortal?” “Hunter! Low down your voice! Someone might hear you!” Aleister said. “I’m almost whispering! How low do you want my voice to be?!” Hunter sarcastically said but Aleister just glared at him.

“What do you mean? You get to live for as long as you like,” “And, you think it’s a good thing?” “It’s not? You get to experience a lot of things. You don’t have an age limit,” He looks down at my fingers as his expression changes, “It does sound fun, doesn’t it? Being able to go anywhere I want to go and experience history myself but it gets terrible. I, myself, think it’s a curse. Imagine this, Alice, when you get to live as an immortal, you age slower, you don’t have to worry about wasting time or about dying anytime soon, but the others around you, they continue on their lives. They don’t wait for you. As you stay the same, they grow older, they get sick and they die.”

He smiled wistfully, but their was still a sadness in his eyes that tug on my own heart. "Wait! A hundred years back?" Smiling he nodded. "They can't age farther than eighteen until they find their mates. And if they aren't around their mates as children than they age fast until their eighteenth birthday." I felt as if someone threw me a punch as everything soaked in. My babies might have to be immortal unless they found their mates. Watch us all die of old age. Then other loved ones. A sob left me lips once more as I clutched onto Jackson once more.

"I've seen him in action during training sessions. The way he moves, the way he commands respect... It's like he was born to lead." "And did you know," Ava chimed in, her eyes shining with excitement, "there's been a rumor going around since my childhood that he's immortal? Like, he never ages or anything. It's crazy, but you have to admit, he does look the same as he did years ago." I exchanged a glance with Morana, feeling a mixture of awe and unease at the thought of Adrian being immortal. It seemed too crazy to be true, but then again, Adrian was unlike any alpha we had ever known. People call him the Lycan King.