King Of Immortal Tithe Novels & Stories

"It's said that he'll die a very slow and painful death. He's currently sick too so the curse needs to be broken for him to live." "For him to live and eventually. How divine," Dua mocked. "No," Belle corrected her. "He'll be immortal." Dua's face drained of its color, and Belle fought hard to suppress a chuckle. "So what's my role in all of this?" Dua asked. "You're the key to breaking His Majesty's curse. Your blood will break his curse." Belle answered. "And why am I the one? How do they know that I'm the key?" Dua asked next.

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

This isn’t a cave dweller…He’s far too pretty. "You were naked..." I whisper, mortified. "This is my home,” he responds. There isn’t malice, like I would have expected from my intrusion. Instead, he’s rather stoic, unintimidated by my presence…If I had half his stature, I too wouldn’t find me to be much of a threat. And then it hits me. "Pureblood?" My voice quivers, as my eyes trace over him. I don’t dare say Immortal Prince. There’s no confirmation of who he is, but he owns that title. I can even imagine a crown atop his obsidian hair, silver and jewelled.

BOOOOOMMMMM.. "The test is over. From now on, he will be the ruler of the immortal realm, and the entire immortal realm is under his command. You must all obey him. Without exception, you must carry out his orders even if your lives are at stake!" declared the voice of the immortal god, emanating from the Star Tower. He had truly prepared everything so that the entire eternal realm would clearly hear his words: that Long Chen was the new ruler of the eternal realm. And there were no exceptions—whoever they were, they must obey Long Chen if they still wished to live in the eternal realm.

And Mia… she was breaking with it. After we dismissed Varin, I followed her to the overlook above the south ridge. She didn’t acknowledge me at first. Just stared out at the hills, silent and unmoving. “What’s the Tithe?” I asked. “A sacrifice,” she said. “Of one leader’s blood to protect the rest. Ancient law. It hasn’t been invoked in centuries.” “And they think you’re the one to make it real?” “They think I’ll choose to be the knife again.” “And will you?”

"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.

"Fuck that deal!" The Grand Ape King suddenly took a step forward, and his entire body seethed with killing intent as he said, "We've come to kill you. Since you're Hades True Immortal, then prepare to die!" Because of the dark remains of the Beast Clan's Second Sage, the Beast Clan's two immortals were both filled with hostility toward Hades True Immortal.

Then, his soul traversed across a myriad of eras as he glanced across the past, present, and future. Finally, he pinpointed the source of the summons amidst the boundless chaos and followed the flow of time to its origin. King Luther found himself enveloped in the essence and blood of true immortality. A majestic force formed his corporeal being while the vast pressure of heaven and earth burst forth from his body. Sensing that his strength was only less than ten thousandth of what it was at his peak and was—at most—a mid-stage true immortal, he frowned slightly and felt a little dissatisfied.

Has she been toying with him all along just like he is doing with her? Now that he thinks about that, it was always him who succumbed to her wishes, who let her run wild in this kingdom raising havoc. It's his army, his men who are doing the grunt work; His places where they are keeping the captives; His money which is being used to hire the mercenaries. All that mage is doing is chanting some silly lines, doing some stupid magic tricks any mage can do. Enough! He has let that mortal make him dance on her tune. He, an immortal with centuries of experience.

"As payment for all your losses and pain. I formed a line of Lycans. These Lycans will be your descendents. Each will be male and each will be immortal. Each immortal king will have a mate. Only with their mate can they produce the next King. You shall hopefully, never watch one of your male descendents die of old age, but I can not promise it. As I precaution I did have to set a restriction. If a Lycan King rejects his mate, he loses his immortality. This portion of the gift shall never leave this realm. If they go against my matebond, they do not deserve to rule. When a King marks his mate, he will gift her immortality. So no need to worry there. Now since I gave away all of my immortal es