Makhluk Immortal Novels & Stories

He said with urgent concern. "Yes My Lord." I replied him and walked away. ELLANDRIA I woke up and met myself in a different place. It was all white and saw tombs everywhere. Am I also dead? I walked closer and saw that it was the Legendary Tomb of Past Heroes of the Human Race. I walked closer and saw a tomb that had ONIL engraved to it. It seemed like my ancestor's. But why am I here? Wasn't it meant for men only? Just then someone came out of it.

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

"If they recruit dragons as well, that means there is something bigger they are after." "What is that?" "This is only a temporary guess. But if that was true… ”Theodore bit his lower lip. “It's likely they are aiming for immortality and want to create a world where there are only supernatural beings living on the Earth, ”continued Erick. “Dragons have immortality that we don't have. Pureblood or mixed blood. Am I right?" Karl nodded. His voice choked with surprise, so he let Erick lead their discussion.

Hit the creature from all sides. It screamed. Thrashed. Started to dissolve. To break apart. For a moment I thought I won. Thought I destroyed it. Then Morwen spoke. Words in that ancient language. The same words from the ritual. The creature solidified. Reformed. Became whole again. "I told you." Morwen walked toward me. Calm. Unhurried. "You cannot win. Cannot kill it. Cannot kill me. I have become something beyond death. Beyond mortality. I am immortal."

GINGER "How are things going?" Tyler asked after I'd been doing my job for a couple days. "Really good, actually!" I replied cheerfully. "So you don't mind all the tedious data entry?" "No, not at all, actually! The stuff I'm learning is so interesting. Like, I always thought werewolves were immune to almost anything, but there are all these crazy things that can happen to them. Like one doctor observed a werewolf that stopped being able to heal quickly, except when there was a full moon. The doctor decided the guy had bad blood, and they actually ended up chopping off his balls so he couldn't reproduce and pass on the defect."

"They are the Necculeans. A species with untold telekinetic abilities. Their strengths also extend to their political expertise, their military strategy and warfare. The other dominions practically bow at their feet." A cloying weight presses down on my chest. "I don't want to do this. Is there a way I can, I don't know, return my powers? Turn mortal?" "Practically, you are." "What do you mean?" "Death bringers are one of the only known immortal mortal species." A pause. "So, let me get this. The gods want me to off a race of immortals--while having low health-life battery?" His lip twitches at the corner. "Yes."

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

Jeremy being quiet all through stepped forward and said, "I have. I've learnt about it." Now all attention was transferred from Alisa to him, so he went on, "During my search for my mother's death I came across I think this, in a book. It explained of a real immortal first noticed I think a thousand or two years ago. No weapon has been discovered to kill a real immortal." "Great, that means I can go and kill that bitch right away," William said. "Not just yet Willie," Alisa held his hand. "Stygian is ancient, smarter and the most powerful of all witches. And if she knows you're alive she'll find a way to put you down, us along."

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"