Life Of An Immortal King Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’ll believe you. Whatever it is, I’ll believe you.” He looked up into her eyes, and he finally seemed to believe her. He looked back down at the water for a very long time, until once again, he was ready to talk. “I am an Immortalist. I come from a family of Immortalists. We have been alive for nearly two thousand years. Our name, though, is deceptive: we are not immortal. None of us. Our life span is finite. Two thousand years, exactly. In fact, as fate would have it, we have only weeks left to live.”

Was this the reason for the death of the immortals and demons more than a millennium ago? Suddenly, a major realization dawned on Xiao Chen. He came to understand many things that he didn't in his past life. He saw the futility of life and death. In the past, he became the Immortal King of a region but was still restricted by the Heavenly Law. The Heavenly Law was the true master of the world, binding all living things. No one, be it a high-level immortal from the ancient times or a divine demon from the Archean Eon, was able to break the rule of the Heavenly Law.

Everyone was stunned. How was that possible? The Carefree Immortal King was a king of Silent Hill and had dominated the Underworld for an era. He was a living legend among the trialists, so how could he possibly... kick the bucket in such a crude and brutal way? This was illogical! Let alone the onlookers watching the drama unfold, even Alex was dumbfounded. Was it logical that he had just blown up an Immortal King just like that? ‘Since when did I become so powerful?’

He scoffed and moved away from her immediately, his disbelieving eyes glued to her face. ***************** Somewhere in the dark... A lady from the Gada Kingdom stood in front of a man. A man who was not from the Gada Kingdom. "Are you really sure about this?" The man asked, his eyes growing more dark. "Of course, Marshal. I can never bring fake news to you. The Healer's connected to the King and if you can get to her and kill her, the King would be dead as well" the lady answered with a smirk.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

He shares a lot, and he was surely having fun in the palace. “Can you turn someone into a newborn too, Queen?” I was moved by his question. “I can but it would be very dangerous for me. Why did you ask?” “I want to turn into like you, to become immortal,” “And why do you want to become immortal?” “So, I could live in the world forever, my mother will never be sad again because I will not die.” Did they lose a family? “Being immortal doesn’t mean you’ll never die, Cyd. We just don’t age making it possible for us to live longer or even forever but we can be killed.” He thought it was great to be able to live long.

“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.”

the king commanded, his voice quieter, “because of you. I don’t have to ask how your mission went. You are here, alive, and so I can assume our ancient enemy slumbers once more?” I nodded. “He’s back in his coffin. I don’t know what his vassals will do, but most of them surrendered to us.” “I left one of my agents in charge,” Ronan added. “I don’t guess anyone thought to kill the old bastard?” Marcus asked. “It wouldn’t work,” the king said, speaking softly. “He is a true immortal. Even if they had burned him to a cinder, he would only return in a year or so. This is the best way. The slumber will hold him for years. Centuries if we’re lucky. The girl is stronger than her mother, and well mo