Makhluk Immortal の小説・ストーリー

Its voice vibrated in their minds, omnipresent and ancient. “You have reached the heart of my domain, anomaly. Every pulse of your bond disrupts threads I have maintained since the first dawn of creation. Will you endure… or be unmade?” The immortal beside Seraphine spread his wings, silver energy crackling along the feathers. “They feel the bond,” he said quietly. “Every heartbeat, every surge. And yet… they cannot predict its chaos. That is why we endure.” The ground quaked violently as the First Immortal struck, sending pulses of raw cosmic energy cascading outward. Shards of fractured reality collided, twisting, snapping, spinning. Shadows lunged for them, attempting to sever the connect

His arms stretched as he gave us a grin. Wait a minute. "So, you don't know how to kill them?" | asked, stepping towards him. "Nope. There is no way to kill them. They are immortal creatures. The moon goddess decides when she wants to awaken them and when she wants them to rest. We can't do anything about them," Isreal explained with ease, amusement in his eyes as he spoke. It took me a second to realize that this was all a waste of a time. Isreal never knew how to kill them.

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

In just an instant, all life within the sea was extinguished. The Ancestora had attained the power of a true immortal upon escaping his confinement, despite only ascending just moments ago. True immortals, beings of pure solar energy that were born from the void, could peer into the river of time and use the rules of heaven and earth to fortify themselves. Even a mere drop of their blood could remain undestroyed for epochs. Their slightest emotions could cause the heavens and earth to shift hues and induce a myriad of visions.

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

The nightmare was over. Thanks to the holy celestials who stopped the war that almost caused the empire's destruction. They distributed healing potions to those who were injured and with the gods' blessings, they were able to revive those who were killed. But the said revival of the dead was only for humans who were involved in the dispute between the vampires and beasts. Ezekiel, the messenger of the gods and goddesses, had to wipe the memories of the bloody war from the human’s mind, to protect the peace. He believed that if humans knew nothing about the existence of other races among them, as long as the blood and beast tribe avoid causing conflicts to one another that will harm the morta

she says with an excited expression, and my mouth falls open. "What," I squeak out She pats my hand." Relax, honey." "Breathe." I nod quickly with wide eyes. "You and your mother are my only descendants. And I could not be more proud. You have so much untapped potential, my dear, and before you leave, I will help unlock it for you. After I do so, your immortality will activate. You won't stop aging until 25, but after that, no more. If all goes to plan, you and my ex-mates will rule the human realm until the end of time, unless you wish to return here, which you can. I, of course, have to allow it, but after all is well, I don't see a problem with it. Now I know you must be thinking that thi

Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids. Hybrids are half human and immortal. The priveleges of hybrids are they can travel through time, decades to centuries are their time travel perks. They cannot travel like immortals, who can travel even a minute ago, it costs them their life. Hybrids are abandoned after being born. The immortal parent will only leave them a certain amount of money. Hybrids must work to live. You think immortals are bad ones, I tell you we aren’t. Immortals were already have these rules, it’s up to us if we follow or face the consequence. Same goes with the hybrids.

I give her thigh a slight pinch which makes her squeak. “The elves they are using aren’t from this realm. Whoever is helping that witch and Firewalker create these creatures can travel between realms.” Fhalleyn explains. “We were always taught that the only ones capable of that were the gods.” I point out. “You are right, but any immortal can as well if they are taught how to.” Fhalleyn says. “So the ones that are helping Firewalker and this witch are immortals?” Drake asks. “Yes, in a way,” Fhalleyn answers.

I sat up quickly to get a better look at them. Raspy deep laughter left the creature but their lips did not move a bit. They stayed rooted to the ground as if the edge of the cruddy room was as far as they could go. "Straight to the point, just like him," the voice was filled with amusement," you can call me Novu. I am an immortal." "A god?" their words piquing my interest. I wanted to ask about who they'd mentioned but immortals were notoriously vague. A strange humming sound surrounded them," yes." Their figure approached the bed until they completely covered the light emitting from the TV. Only their red eye lit up the dark shroud around them.