Makhluk Immortal Novels & Stories

Only Andrius slowed down and slipped away from the group, and no one noticed. “Phew…” Andrius let out a breath of relief and started to enjoy his victory. Swoosh… He raised his hand, releasing a swarm of insects into the freshly dug grave. Soon, rustling sounds came from within. Not long after, the insects flew out with a pill. It was the internal pellet of an immortal, known as a celestial core—the essence of an immortal’s countless years of cultivation, similar to a fiend’s fiend core. That was what Andrius wanted.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

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. *******

~Vaela Morality is a punishing thing. Been there. Done that. Died young, spent nearly a century in death before arriving here. The immortal realm, where I am to live out a not so immortal existence, as I shall eventually die. The name must have sounded nice in its creation. The only true immortality belongs to the pure-bloods. Dark, twisted individuals with magic beyond their means. Magic to crush realms, to torture and abuse. Eyla’s voice echoes through my subconscious, jolting me from my vacant thoughts.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

"When we woke, there was still an hour or so of nighttime in London and Edinburgh. So we've had every phone in this house busy while we teleported more of my men here. The good news is we now have an army downstairs of two hundred warriors. We're ready to go to war." "I see." Malcolm climbed out of bed. Many of the men downstairs would be ones he had personally transformed. If they died in battle tonight, what would happen to their immortal souls? He knew they were good men, but still, they'd existed for centuries by feeding off mortals. God would never allow such creatures into heaven. And if the only alternative was hell, then Malcolm had doomed their immortal souls the minute he had trans

“You’ve been working on this design for months now! Which means you’ve been thinking about some kind of… of suicide program thing… for how long?” Miko turned toward her with a quizzical look on her face. “Are you prepared to live a life in which no universe exists around you?” she said. “Or one that is filled with constant warfare or chaos? Or one where a government decides to take your body, and study its genetics for their gain? “We are immortal, Azrael. Like those wolves, many want us because of what we are capable of. Imagine being imprisoned, being experimented on for the rest of eternity. We would go mad.

Chapter 68: Godly Treasure. "So despicable," Ryan mumbled. "What is an immortal?" KuLaa asked. She already had an idea but preferred to get more explanation from Madam Su. She believed that Madam Su knew more than the texts she had read. In fact, most of what she had read and what Madam Su was saying were conflicting. "Immortal is a level of cultivation. Humans cultivate to become immortals and Immortals cultivate to become gods. Both immortals and Gods can't die of natural causes. Someone stronger than them is the only thing that can kill them."

Alex smiled. How could he not know such a simple principle? “What’s the second realm to Imminent Immortal?” “Imminent Immortal... Could it be that it’s the realm after the Tribulation Crossing?” Alex asked. He did not know that there was such a realm as the Imminent Immortal. There was no introduction of Imminent Immortal whatsoever in the legacy that he had acquired from his ancestor. It only mentioned the next level after reaching the cultivation base of Tribulation Crossing would be the Immortalization realm.

Anima answered, turning to the ground with a staggered look. "Well, think again; the four Immortals—Sabbath, Melody, Edith, and Clarabeth—have already revealed themselves to us, and we're really good friends now,” Angela said, walking forward. “Well, in that case, let me reintroduce myself to you. My name is Edith Anima, the Immortal of life and light. I'm the direct opposite of Edith Mortem, who is the Immortal of death and darkness. I've lived in this world for thousands of years, hiding from the mortals until Anaya asked me to stay here,” Anima said with a bright smile, stretching her right hand forward for a handshake.