Life Of An Immortal King Novels & Stories

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

Let the goddess know she had forsaken me. Let the whole world know the Alpha King was truly the beast they made him out to be. But I Was Still The Alpha and my rule shall last forever!! *** "The Alpha King is dead, The King is Dead!!!" Centuries ago, we had what we called the Alpha King, he was an immortal, blessed by the moon goddess to rule over her people, he was practically another god. But after years of ruling peacefully, he finally found his mate, just like his enemies wanted him to.

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

"Rebels. The rebels that i have been fighting against for a long time, suddenly attacked. To save me she sacrificed her life and was killed. I lost my reasoning, So i killed everyone in the palace, and all the rebels. Innocent people were involved in the death. All the wedding guests died at my hand. Williams came to stop me, but according to the heavens, i committed a great sin so i was punished with eternal life. No matter how i tried, I couldn't kill myself. I couldn't get killed by others, I continued living a meaningless life. Dillan's life got tied to my own because he helped me kill them. So he is only allowed to die when i die. And i can only die if i get human stars. Stars are the a

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.

Like someone speaking from a memory too painful to touch. "We discovered the Sea Between Worlds and believed it was the source of all life. Its power could heal disease, create new forms of magic and extend the limits of mortality." Serah's expression darkened. "So you wanted immortality." The ancient king looked at her. "We already had it." The answer made everyone silent. "Then why?" His eyes moved toward the darkness outside. "Because immortality was not enough for mankind." No one could argue with that. It was the same mistake repeated through every generation.

"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.'

he responded, flexing his fingers effortlessly. Turning to the crowd, I mused aloud, “Imagine, if I record the king’s name into my database now, at his age of 30. What if, in a decade, when he is 40, I use his ‘name’ while he is still 30 to reconstruct his body? What will happen?” The king, who had been watching intently, suddenly stood up, realization dawning in his eyes, “That means, we can be immortal!”