Love Better Than Immortality Novels & Stories

The others followed behind. Lore followed them to the mouth of the cave, but stopped on the precipice. He looked down at the swirling waves, then up to the stream of Immortalists illuminated by the moonlight. It was a beautiful sight. He smiled to himself, realizing that the human weakness for love and emotion was to be their downfall. The Immortalists would live forever. They would reign over the Earth. “Didn’t I tell you?” Octal’s voice came from beside him. “Our destiny is written in the stars. What is meant to be will be.”

“Immortality is far from the blessing you humans and wolves imagine it to be.” I tilt my head, genuinely curious. “Why not? If I were immortal, I’d do everything—travel the world incessantly, learn every language, master every science, eat every kind of food imaginable—” “—and never feel the genuine warmth of the sun again,” he cuts in gently, his eyes distant. “Never feel natural heat. You would watch every single person you ever loved grow old, wither, and die while you stay exactly the same age, exactly the same person. Immortality is watching an endless series of goodbyes.”

"All worse than mortality. All worse than death." "Yes." The Chronicler nods. "Immortality always costs more than it gives. That's why most choose to live and die naturally. To love fully in the time they have. To accept ending as part of existence." "But I can't accept ending." I look at my mates. "Because I don't end. I keep coming back. Keep resurrecting. Keep existing. And if you all die and I don't, I'll be alone forever. And alone forever leads to the Absolute. We've established that. So either we find eternal love or I eventually become the Absolute. Those are the only options."

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

No, he couldn’t love the woman who had caused him so much pain for hundreds of years. “Love is not a curse,” Apo said as he appears. “Love is a curse,” the young man said in a cool tone. “You know I never believed in love.” Apo looks at him as he sighs and continues to speak. The young man walks into his room. It is not known whether Rachata knew that the immortality he had gained resulted from sacrificing the life of a woman he loved with all his heart. But he thought it was a curse that made him watch loved ones and those around them die repeatedly.

The temple priest collects the praise as he speaks, as he moves, as he with money-bought things flows! Tell me the truth, take me away from fake. Without a fight, can life be ever possible on earth? You think, you decide. What you want from love is nothing that will be served but an immortal death. Yes, an immortal death which will have no end, no space, no roof, no place to be even aloof.

They were around fifty, wandering around the world, living among the human just as the perfect human, still waiting for the sacrifice that could lead them to the path of eternal afterlife to heaven. ********* Author's note. Hello everyone !!! So, here is the completion of the second part of the story, The Immortal Love. Third part is on the way. You can find me on instagram as @Rosechrys5996. Do follow me to know more about my works and to chit chat with me. Trust me, I am a good speaker on chat, hehe. So, stay tuned and stay happy and healthy everyone. Thank you clicking the story and reading it. *******

Don't overestimate yourself. Connor watched as she walked away without a trace of hesitation, not even sparing a word about his injury. His chest felt tight as if he could not breathe. Slowly leaning back against the headboard, he covered his face with a trembling hand. Knowing that Felicia had deceived him from the beginning did not hurt much. However, realizing that Anne had meticulously planned to ensure he would leave the marriage with nothing, determined to divorce him, tore him apart. Finally, he admitted to himself that he loved Anne.

With each word of affection and devotion, Emiliano could feel the weight of his betrayal pressing down on him. Yet, he repeated the mantra in his head: this is for a life. Rhea’s safety and well-being were paramount. “If I haven’t proven to you how much I care, then I don’t know what will,” Emiliano said, desperation creeping into his voice. “But I’m not giving up. I will do whatever it takes to show you that I love you.” Rhea studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she nodded. “Okay,” she said, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. “I’ll give you another chance.”

The moon Goddes hugs Ryan and promises to return soon to talk, and the kings sneak out of the room, leaving the two lovers alone. Lucifron looks Gary in the eyes. - There is a saying among dragons: “The strongest love survives even the inevitable.” The inevitable is death, and it seems that even with death, we survive. - This means that our love is for all eternity. - All eternity and one more life.