Juliet Immortal Novels & Stories

“Seriously what’s wrong with you?” “That is why I still think being immortal is a curse not a blessing. What’s the use of living for hundred or thousands of years if all you could do is watch people close to you disappear and then remember that for another decade, century or generation. It’s not like we can die whenever we want. It’s not like we can do what mortals do; suicide.”

But even in such a situation, Roselle still laughed. "Does it hurt? That's exactly what I felt when you abandoned me, Elijah. And by the way, I have a secret that I think you need to know. The girl you love, Alessia, my sister...is not immortal. She's a human and defenseless. She's now running around your continent, bare and exposed to the monsters. What will happen to a mortal exposed to those dangerous beasts? Maybe, you'll find her corpse—" "TAKE HER OUT!" Elijah's voice boomed and the sentinels quickly entered. Elijah is afraid that he might just kill Roselle and that Alessia will never come back to him. He was saving her from his deadly hands for the sake of Alessia.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

No one outside the royal bloodline truly knows what it is. It can grant anything. Including ending my immortality curse. It went extinct in the royal bloodline centuries ago, and after Morgan's research, the Lunaretha was back. Manifesting, and I needed to find it. Whatever it is. "I hate you," Camilla whispers before me. She is tied to a metal chair, shackles wrapped around her like a criminal. Her red glowing eyes glares at me. It has been more than two weeks since I imprisoned her as a punishment. Her dark hair is messy; dry tears streak her face. I can feel the pain, the anger, and the betrayal from her through our mark.

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. She was breathless as she watched a desperate Juliet run to the Friar, desperate for any possible solution that could bring her and Romeo together again, that could end his banishment. It made her think of Aiden, of Pollepel, of her begging him to bring Caleb back, her promising that she would do anything, even risk her unborn child, to travel back in time and save Caleb. FRIAR Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this dist

“You won’t win, no matter how hard you try.” His eyes raked over me, from head to toe. “You keep using the wrong words,” he said, stepping closer. “I always get what I want. And if you think you’ve figured anything out… you’re a fool.” “I’m not scared of you,” I said again, but my voice was weaker now. He took another step toward me. I stepped back until my back hit the wall. I gasped. He leaned in, his breath warm and heavy. “Juliet Ryder dies in a diner in China." He clicked his tongue. "What a shameful death.”

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

As her hips were driven deep into the mattress with each plunge inside her, Mory’s eyes fluttered closed and silent gasps fell from her lips until she finally cried out his name. While she shuddered underneath him, the Immortal sunk into Mory’s neck and claimed his mate. “Mine!”

Sharmaine, she is an immortal with a fragile appearance, no matter what man wants to possess her, "Jealousy, yes, there's never been a man who doesn't care about me, no man has ever dared to give up on my attention." Selina spoke up, she was an arrogant person. "You see, Augustus loved that immortal, you didn't stand a chance." Son laughed, he really wanted his sister to change. “That immortal is also human, what if one day that immortal disappears, what do you think?” Selina is cold, she can do whatever she wants.