King Of Immortal Tithe Novelas e Histórias

I'm not interested in that but I just asked. Grandfather shook his head. "The king does not age even in the mortal world he will live forever. But we who became immortal because of his blood cannot do that." He answered me. I blinked. Does that mean I will get old when I return to the Philippines? Probably, I was immortal, but that was because of Elijah's blood. I was turned into a human after rebirth but I reversed back again into being an immortal. "Grandpa, do you know that I have returned to immortality?" I asked him again. I don't know if he knows or not.

“Never.” “Then your wolf king will die again, and I will claim the immortal as my own. There is only you or her. No other choice.” He begins to chuckle, the sound is sinister and deep, “You or the immortal child.” He says before stepping back into the darkness, the red of his eyes fading with his body. “You cannot hide from me. Accept your fate, become mine willingly and I will make you immortal again. We shall rule the realms as one as it should have always been.”

"In time, what happened to him came to be referred to as a blood sacrifice, because he was a man who seemed to always sacrifice his blood for the gifts of the blessed. Eventually he stood at the pinnacle of everything. And people referred to him as 'The one blessed by blood'. One of many titles he came to garner. Years went by and he led his people as their king for a very long time, longer than most kings ever get to during times of war, and at a time they were the strongest people to reign upon Ayla. "There are rumors scattered through history about him. Some say the same way he blessed himself by blood, he one day became touched, which was why he came to rule for so long. Another rumor th

Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it. He stood in the snow, head shaking in slight disbelief. How could such a heavenly smell be coming from such a place? Did he dare enter that place of temptation? He may have been immortal but he was certainly not immune to the…bodily pleasures a woman could provide. He was no monk. It had been many years since he had sought out physical pleasure. It had never ended well for either party involved. It was not worth the risk of loosing control and murdering the unfortunate girl that had found her way into this bed. That had happened more than he cared to admit.

I can’t explain why I felt pity for him. ''Are you ready to sacrifice the lives of your brothers so you can go to the kingdom?'' I asked Maximus. ''Yes, I will do everything that is written inside that book, I want to see my father again,'' Maximus replied. We talk about his mission, other than seeking justice for his father's death, he is willing to do what is written in the book of immortality, which is that they must die in the present time and be resurrected in the kingdom of Prophis, a place where werewolf and the vampire are existing, and attains immortality.

he tried to make her understand. " But..., My poor Nerfeiti. My poor girl. How can I let her be the sacrifice when I know about the curse? He meant her, right? He meant Nerfeiti to be the sacrifice of the King. That way he can kill both King and also, get the immortal life. How can my poor child always be a scapegoat," she cried kneeling down on the ground. The world seemed that every way was blocked for her. Every way seemed to be dangerous and full of thorns.

“We figured that out a while ago. And it keeps those who should die alive.” Titania cocked her head to the side. “Well, can the immortal truly die?” I did not answer her, because I wasn’t sure I knew what to say. “We will heal them,” Titania announced. “Why?” I asked sceptically. “At what price?” “You have to kill Bryce, obviously… and this kind of magic will require a sacrifice. A very specific one.” I figured she’d say something like my soul or my life, perhaps my aura, but she asked for Alfred, the twins, and what remained of the old king’s men instead.

“Just like I explained, you die… trapped in an endless void.” A silence fell. My heart pounded. I’d wished for death so many times, but the thought of being trapped alive in nothingness—it terrified me. “What should I do?” I asked quietly. “Simple,” the voice said. “You have one objective. Kill the King — Darius Venn.” The name hit me like a punch. “Wait,” I said slowly. “Darius Venn? The same man who destroyed my family?” “You can see him however you wish,” the voice replied. “But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.”

Zadkiel was an archangel and her boss; he oversaw her work and that of 25 other reapers that worked in his province. Lisa had been a reaper for 7 years; she had no memory of her life before she had woken up in the sanctuary with a thousand other reapers. Physically she appeared to be around 23 years old and she looked human except for the wings protruding out of her back. She could have been human once, or maybe she had been created fully grown, or maybe she had been hatched, she didn’t know and she didn’t really care. Her job completed her; she loved being a reaper so she never dwelt on questions she could never find answers to.

did I grant immortality to them? Is this the true power of a Necromancer?! I finally realised the true potential of my class. How could anyone stop me if I used it right? [Monarch's blessing(Epic): "The monarch grants immortality". All followers are immortal unless the host runs out of mana or died] I had assumed as much. This has given me a reason to focus on my INT stat more. My summoning power increases as my mana increases. [1 mana will be consumed every time a summoned died]