Invincible The Immortal 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.

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

For a moment, Vance doesn’t speak as he considers Damien’s question, and when his face falls, I know that I’m not going to like what comes next. “His body was impenetrable.” There it was, but that didn’t mean that I would accept defeat so easily. “There has to be something that can penetrate it; nothing and no one is invincible.” Even we, as immortals, had our weaknesses. It took a single ray of sunshine to turn us to ash, and bodies of water were uncomfortable to pass. So just like us, there had to be something that the bastard lizard was weak to. “There is one thing,” Damien begins. “But it hasn’t been seen for hundreds of years.”

Immortality is born of a vampire of the Mohini clan, she is the property of the Mohini clan. “What if I say No?” Augustus frowned, he couldn't give Sharmaine to others, the immortal is someone who can create a vampire super soldier, but the price to create a super soldier is Sharmaine's life. Augustus did not allow anyone to harm Sharmaine. "Then I will kill you." The vampire let out a scream.

The place was looking like a hut on the outside but when they got in, it was a vast land and it was filled with men training hard. She was surprised as she saw the men in black training so hard as if they were hypnotised. "Who are these people?" She asked. She was scared because the aura of the place was creeping her out. "Those are my men of immortal armies," he replied. " Immortal armies? She asked, confused. " In order to be able to get the Alcon, I did a lot of things over hundreds of years and these men you are seeing are men that can't die, no matter how you hurt them, " he explained.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

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.

In just an instant, all life within the sea was extinguished. The Ancestora had attained the power of a true immortal upon escaping his confinement, despite only ascending just moments ago. True immortals, beings of pure solar energy that were born from the void, could peer into the river of time and use the rules of heaven and earth to fortify themselves. Even a mere drop of their blood could remain undestroyed for epochs. Their slightest emotions could cause the heavens and earth to shift hues and induce a myriad of visions.

I grabbed him pulling him toward me. "No you can't do this to me," I sobbed as his lifeless eyes looked up at me. I rested my head on his chest overcome by my sorrow. I hadn't realized how much I had grown to care for him. Zavier cheered a sadistic cheer, a joyful celebration to him. I watched as a glowing light entered my body and I knew Van had done what he said, given me immortality but it was a cursed immortal life without him. I felt rage pounding inside me as I stood facing Zavier. "You killed him!"

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.