Novel & Cerita King Of Immortal Tithe

I am a man born of grief and raise in hate. I am Kade King Majesty, the single heir of a murdered monarch. Had death hasn’t been too cruel, I might have shared the burden with maybe a siblings; instead, I was forged in solitude and taught that spilled blood is a fair tax and that people, especially omegas, are coin to be spent. And I believed it all, until I met her. Five years ago I used a soft eyed omega to break Drizzel Uriah. I paid her in moon coins, left without backward glance, and vanished to Moonspire Citadel. There the five year Rite carved power into my bones and immortality into my veins.

" My catch is nothing much, send more souls as usual, this time you'll have nothing to fear because you're a tres eternal, and whenever I call unto you to do my bidding, anything at all, you do with no hesitation " " sounds like still selling my soul to you " " No, there's difference, you have control over yourself and what you do, I can't control you but if you dare disobey, I can also orchestrate my way to bring you down " " Immortal doesn't just come free, what's the effect? "She asked.

That was brutal true, and we knew it well that was why we were here. “But you can try, you were next in line too, even before me.” “He granted my situation because he wanted you more to be the next kind and not me. Now if you refuse to be the next king, Father sees Kiel, our younger brother as a failure. Do you think he will let you go easily?” So, it was three of them? “Kiel did not want to throne either,” Luem whispered. “And now, they are after the immortal child, he could ask help from werewolves and witches, knowing the power of an immortal child they will surely agree to work with father.”

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!"

DAVIS "The time has come to make sure the Onil's go into extinct. O Young Immortal Davis Sailor of the Dark Blood Sect. I, Your Lord grant you this Bloodsucking Sword and command you to go to Earth and tear up the limbs of our enemies. For the good of this kingdom." The King roared in command on his throne. His voice echoing around every corner of the throne room. "I, Davis Sailor accepts His Majesty's command." I said with commitment as I bow down.

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.

--- Below Solara The Cradle of Crownless Thrones There is a place in Aetheria where no light dares crawl. Not because it cannot reach— Because it is not allowed. We call it a vault. It is not a prison. It is a graveyard. Nine thrones lie in that hollowed, bone-wrought pit. Burned, broken, scorched by betrayal. Cracked by prophecy. Soaked in the marrow of forgotten immortals. No name dares echo here. No song dares hum. But tonight— One throne stirs. Blackened antlers. Molten chain.

I had to ask the next with a clear head. “I will do what you want me to do Selene. But you know as well as I do that in order for him to surged completely he needs to be made an immortal. I need to create the illusion that he has been granted his wish, his mortality, and that Tamara is owed to him He needs to believe that I will keep my end of the bargain.” “I ask again, daughter. What is it you offer as payment to take Tenebris’s immortality away?” I paused for a moment. I knew it would come to this. And whilst an easy price to pay, it still stuck in the back of my throat as I said it; “If payment is what you require, then my life is as good as any other.”