Makhluk Immortal 소설 & 이야기

REBECCA At the sight of my nakedness, he clenches his jaw, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “Do you like what you see?” I purr, taking a step closer to him. I know my body is fucking perfect, thanks to my vampiric gift of eternal youth. My full breasts, my flared hips, my creamy fair skin… everything I possess on my body is more than enough to drive any sane man crazy. I have walked this world for over a thousand years, but to human eyes, I look barely twenty-five.

As long as their divine souls and physical bodies were not destroyed, they would not die. The lower half bodies of the Immortal Master of the Peacock race and the Draconian race, who had turned into a mist of blood, were restored. They looked at Chu Xun in horror. The broken wings of the Immortal Master of the Winged race had also been reborn. Chu Xun looked at them and said slowly, "You have been asleep for tens of millions of years. Why did you come to the earth instead of enjoying your life? Is this a place where you should come to?"

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.

Since I knew little or didn't even care about acquiring knowledge about it until now. "So you mean that when demons die they can reincarnate into humans? "I asked, shuddering to imagine the creature that attacked me with so much impiety returning to earth. Vraxlon denied it with his head. "You can. No one but you.” A mixture of satisfaction and fear ran through my blood, and I felt my heartbeat become irregular. "And where does everyone go after dying?” "We are immortal, Your Majesty. We don't die under any circumstances. You must have seen how Furshay kept moving even after I cut him in half.”

Immortal Dragons-shapeshifters that take on the form of a scaled dragon with four legs and breathe fire. Due to their high body temperature, they prefer colder environments and live off-grid, usually in areas with little to no technology. They are a dying species and only reside in a few select areas. They also have a King/Queen. Immortal General: Any of the species can have a mate Selene (The Moon Goddess) handles all mating bonds but prefers wolves (her own creation) over all species

Why did she give him power, immortality, strength beyond measure—but leave his soul to rot unloved? He rose from the throne slowly, the heavy black cape embroidered with ancient silver sigils trailing behind him like stormclouds. The guards snapped to attention, but he didn’t see them. Didn’t acknowledge them. His eyes were fixed on the balcony at the far end of the hall, where the night stretched on endlessly. Outside, the wind was cruel and sharp, slicing across the high cliffs where his fortress rested like a crow’s nest above the world. He gripped the stone railing, letting the chill bite his skin. It was better than feeling nothing.

As you know most True Blood wolves are immortal, right? Every word that tumbled out of Earl's mouth left me wishing he would shut up. Curiosity killed the cat and it sure as hell allowed Earl to continue on with whatever it was he was ranting on about. ''Mmh." I hummed. ''Well, Terror is also immortal but when he was born, he was born of spirit without any subconscious to take up and as you know wolves who are born of spirit are very powerful. It took Terror a very long time to find a subconscious worthy of his power.''

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"