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“I’m not the only one who’s lost loved ones. Ask anyone in the Clan – any vampire, even – and every single one will have lost someone along the way. It’s the curse of immortality.” We picked our way out of the clearing and back onto the trail. “But she was immortal too,” I said, my tone lilting up at the end, questioning and curious. “Well, yeah. Immune to disease and a fast healer. But she wasn’t immune to death. None of us are.” His tone was nonchalant, but with a hard edge that said this conversation was over.

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

DRAVEN I felt her pull away through the bond, and the sensation hit like claws raking across my chest, tearing through muscle and bone. "Buttercup, it's not what you think," I said quickly, stepping closer despite the pain radiating through our connection. My voice came out rough, scraped raw with desperation. "No one's giving you up. I was thinking about the journal...the sacrifice part. One of us has to surrender immortality to banish this thing."

Inside, I smiled. “Let the wolf come. But make sure the woods are lined with teeth.” **** Later that evening, Milo, Diego and I put a video call through to Bukky. This was it. The screen came alive, grainy at first, then sharp enough to show the harsh light of a medical lamp overhead. Bukky’s face appeared. Pale. Hollow-eyed. A dressing wrapped tight around his torso. An IV line taped to his arm. He looked like a man who had crawled out of the grave. But his eyes, those still burned.

Jeremy being quiet all through stepped forward and said, "I have. I've learnt about it." Now all attention was transferred from Alisa to him, so he went on, "During my search for my mother's death I came across I think this, in a book. It explained of a real immortal first noticed I think a thousand or two years ago. No weapon has been discovered to kill a real immortal." "Great, that means I can go and kill that bitch right away," William said. "Not just yet Willie," Alisa held his hand. "Stygian is ancient, smarter and the most powerful of all witches. And if she knows you're alive she'll find a way to put you down, us along."

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

Gertrude asked with a fake smile. I pulled out the sword from my abdomen and wrapped the injury with a piece of cloth. We left the scene and headed for the palace. . “But how did you know that he wasn’t dead?” Luke curiously asked. “When fighting Gertrude, I noticed that his wounds heal faster and that’s why he was called immortal, but he isn’t. All immortals grow old and die but he’s the only immortal that doesn’t grow old, which means that he generated this immortality spell differently. I knew he couldn’t be killed so I took the trouble of carrying him along. He will stay with me from now on,” I said. We continued our journey.

Someone else suggested. “Too bad he’s an immortal.” Another gruff voice spoke. “Or not… I talked to this witch. There might be a way to kill him.” Edmond spoke again. “No more witches. You were screwed by one of them in the past. How’s that curse thing work out for us? He was going to die but only came back stronger than before. That guy is like a phoenix. We just need something to contain him.” An infuriated voice spoke. “I’ll still try my luck with an attempt to kill him but as a backup plan, think of the ways to contain him.” Edmond suggested.

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

There's no way we can try to kill them, they won't die," he repeated. That's trouble. If they can't die, that will mean that they'll kill us all and all our effort will be in vain. This got me so scared. "What the hell is happening?" I shouted. " Magic!" Prince Brock replied. Alvin and Drey were also at war. Why haven't they come back inside to tell us this news. I mind linked Alvin and I was glad he replied. In no time he and Drey surfaced. "I heard the Armies are immortal" I said to Alvin. " Immortal?" The two chorused. "You don't know?" Prince Brock asked. The two shook their heads. "We are guarding the pack house's gate," Alvin said.