Life Of The Immortal King Novels & Stories

Their kings and queens are the most powerful immortals in all of Wysteria. They are called immortals because they do not die and do not age like normal people. They can be killed at will and murdered. There is no old man to be found in Wysteria. Most of the citizens of each kingdom also live richly, but there are places in each kingdom where simple citizens live, and simple life is enough for them.

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

“Emmett managed to come up with an explanation to satisfy the king’s questions. He said that a sorcerer was not able to use the magic on themselves because the ability to cast spells shortened their life spans considerably. Most sorcerers and sorceresses weren’t able to live past 40 years old. And to be an immortal required sacrifice. Since Emmett had no family, he had no one to sacrifice.” I tried to make sense of it all. Was there any truth to that? If Emmett hadn’t died in the woods, would he have passed away by age forty? “Was the king convinced?” I wondered. Kaleb shot me an impish frin. “He did. He began to consider the idea greatly. Living eternally meant eternal power. If he were to

Morgana and I stood out with her dark hair and my dark skin, but I think I like it, we weren’t one of them anyway. The king had pure white hair, and his eyes were a light green. He was a little taller than I was and was seated upon his throne emotionlessly. It was rumoured that he had been king for over one thousand and eight hundred years. How did he do it? Did they never tire of life? Was immortality a gift or a curse? ‘A gift! Imagine being immortal and fucking mate every day forever.’ Thanatos said. My chest squeezed at that, the reminder that she won’t live forever…

"Alright, I'll head out now. Can you please tell Nicky to get her butt moving or we're leaving without her." We all get to the airport within an hour and the flight takes 18 hours with one stop in London. My destination to Royalton, Vermont where the royal family is living. When we get there, a car was waiting for us and there were two men waiting for us by the car. The older guy is about 6 ft with wavy brown hair and brown eyes. The younger one must be his son because they look pretty the same, he just has shorter hair than the older gentleman. "Hi, you must be King Simion Dumitrescu. I'm Ryan Reed, I'm the Beta in the royal family and this is my son and tht future Beta Dylan. We'll be taki

“I’m from a kingdom called Scarlett Thunder.” “I’ve never heard of it.” “You wouldn’t have. They don’t know this place–the Allied Kingdoms–exists. We’re cut off by a mountain range and a sea, and a few thousand miles of plains and rivers after that.” She rocks back on her heels, her hair falling over her shoulder as she inspects me like a research specimen. “You’re immortal, right?” “I can die. I’m dying right now, just slowly. Immortal to me just means a few centuries of life if I’m careful not to get killed or starve–”

Pylaeus replied, "For the Princess of a Realm, who has experienced immortality for a small part of her life, I am sure it seems great. To be able to live forever, without any maladies, to have everything you can wish forever. Yes, it feels great. Until you actually have to do it. You have to do it forever, by the time you are born, you are there. You are not going anywhere. You have to wake up every morning as long as the earth exist, and you have to go sleep every night. You have to eat every day, thrice a day. You can eat as less as you want, but after a while, you will have eaten everything you like to eat enough times. For an immortal being, having enough of something is not an option. Y

Domenico I guess you could say Selene sealed my fate and I’m running out of time, which is laughable considering the fact that time has never meant anything to me, of course, in the past. My life up until this point had flowed like an endless river because I was an immortal king, with each day being guaranteed by the one before it. But not anymore; my mate showed up, and she wasn’t anything as I expected. A human. A stupid little girl who has a lot to learn.

Standing beside him was his entourage of eunuchs and maids whose duty there was to make his appearance seem even more imposing. “Silence everyone!” The guard roared out again. This time with the king’s grandiose presence, everyone present observed a quick taciturn. Seeing the proper decorum, the king began his speech. “It’s a great honor for me to witness this magnificent change in the history of mankind. Millions of years had passed. A lot of people died in the hope of witnessing this day. Unfortunately, the heaven doesn’t decree so for them. I’m so fortunate that in my time of reign, the immortal realm which has been shut off from the human realm for millions of years would finally open up

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.