Life Of The Immortal King Novels & Stories

“But this healer… she said she knew the King from before he disappeared” Now the look of disbelief transformed to one of irritation. “She is only bluffing. The only immortals are the royals. Every other immortal sacrificed their lives for the sustenance of Townsend which were just two at the time. Immortality is passed on from reign to reign. Meaning if King Xanthanius was to pass down his crown to the next Townsend, he would make the Townsend an immortal as the way the previous ruler had made his family immortal under the order of Hecate coronation. Another story you would come across while reading. This is done in case unfortunate events occur to the ruling Townsend, there would be a repla

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.

“I don’t understand, sir. No matter how far away the outskirts is, it’s still part of Country H. It doesn’t matter what kind of powerful forces are coming… “They wouldn’t dare ignore the law and do as they please, right?” Dutch said. “Normally speaking, you’re right…” Harvey said. “But throughout the country’s history, people have been chasing after one thing. “Since ancient times, every single king would fight for the first half of their lives just to rule forever. And to be immortal, they kept fighting for the latter half of their lives as well. “If kings are like this, what do you think of the powerful forces that are coming here? The bead’s all about everlasting life, after all.”

Yeong steps forward to open a door, allowing Dyan to walk through it. When they reach the trail of the garden that leads to the chambers of the Prince, he mumbles under his breath. "Loosening up? My apologies. But I do not understand." "It's a phrase used in the human world. "The young prince smugly says. "Tell you what. Next time I visit their realm, I'll take you with me." The moment they arrive inside his parliament, Dyan relaxes his shoulders and stares at the girl unconscious in his bed.

I smile. I was really feeling good about my life and the fact that my friends, not only love me, they also respect me. "Thank you for doing this. I know the Elders won't like it but in the end will see it was worthy." I say to King in the car after practice. "You'll be the best ogimaakwe ever." He reply. "Shut up. Do you drive trucks?" I ask. "Yeah, I am not very good with driving it in reverse though." He laughs.

And at present, the league thought nothing except their own pockets. “ The rider of Bucaphelis will always be our king and no one else. There is news that he is at a place called ‘ India’ now. He would be returning soon en route to Babylon. Then everything will be all right”, whispered Myra tying the bandages. Cassandra nodded. She was glad to find someone to talk to. Someone still loyal to the throne. Someone who hated karseus as much as she did. “ will you come again to meet me? I want someone to confide in and talk to about my miseries”, she asked.

Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition. I couldn’t manage to breathe until I heard myself murmur, “No. No, no, no.” I dialed him immediately. He answered on the second ring. “Elara,” he greeted with warmth. “Tell me what I just saw on TV isn’t real.” He laughed. Laughed! “I knew you’d be the first to call.” “Alaric!” I snapped. “You’re the King of Averelle! You can’t just give that up! For......for.... a hotel receptionist?”

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

I asked him back who stared at me for a moment before he continued to whisk something. “I have life longer from ordinary people, so yes, I can cook like a chef” His answer caught my attention and made me want to ask what I had read in the book that he, the king, was immortal, many said that in times of war he had been torn, bitten, shot but nothing could kill him. “I’ve read something about you, you know” I start and he hums without turning his body to tell me that he hears me “That… That you’re immortal?”