Mlp Immortal Affliction Novels & Stories

"This is the Affix Immortal Pill; it can increase your saint energy after taking it." Olena was shocked when Darryl showed her the pill. 'So, it does exist!' However, Olena was still a little suspicious about that. She stared at Darryl closely. "Can I really improve my strength with that pill?" Darryl smiled. "Miss Olena, how can I lie to you when I am in your hands?" Darryl refined the Affix Immortal Pill based on the Heaven Cult Elixir. It could increase one's strength, but at the same time, it also retained the characteristics of the Heaven Cult Elixir.

He mumbled with a smirked, "Stupid fucker thought only he could get under other people's blind spots..." Soon, another notification popped into his head. [~Cursed-Malaka Killed~] [Gained Saturation Points +11] [Gained Soul Crystal +5] [Gained Fire-based Affinity ] [Gained Soul-Armas (weapon-class): Cursed Arrow ]

She was betrayed by the man she loved. He intended to use the woman he hated. Lorraine Silvius thought losing her sight was the cruelest thing fate could give her, until she discovered the person she trusted most had been lying to her all along. Determined to uncover the secrets surrounding her mother’s death, she enters the territory of Alexavian Lancaster—the immortal Alpha of the Crimson Pack. A man who has spent centuries despising witches. Bound by secrets, old hatred, and a dangerous attraction neither of them expected, Lorraine and Alexavian must uncover the lies buried beneath centuries of betrayal. Because the closer they get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tel

The voice on the other end was the security chief’s—strained, urgent. “The Core isn’t dead. The Labyrinth was only the outer shell. The real entity retreated into the deepest layer of the old Apex mainframe. It’s corrupted the entire system. It’s rewriting reality again not timelines this time, but memories. It’s corrupting the Core Memory. If it succeeds, it will rewrite your bond. One of you will become the permanent dominant. The other the permanent submissive. No more equality. No more choice. It will lock the roles forever.” Damian’s grip on the phone tightened.

They put me in a room on the twenty-eighth floor with one light and no windows and a lock that was built for humans, not for what I am. I sat down on the single chair and waited because waiting was the only move I had right now and I have never been bad at waiting. What I was bad at, it turned out, was the next two hours. The voices sounded through the walls the way they do in old buildings, not clearly, just enough to catch pieces of it. They were Scrolsal's voice mostly, but then a word I hadn't heard applied to anyone in eleven years sounded out. “Burn him.” The old law, the one that hasn't been enforced since before my father was an Alpha, says that any wolf who raises a hand against the

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—"

My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame. “And their research continues.” I slumped back in my seat, feeling defeated, but at the same time, frustration started to uncoil in my gut. I stared at her through flat eyes. “So you dragged me all the way in here to tell me I didn’t commit a crime, and that I’m fully human.” “No.” “But……” “They have determined that your father was not a shifter.” “Right. I’m human.” “No, Neemah. He wasn’t a shifter. Your father was a vampire!”

The pages flipped until I reached the page with a rough drawing of a woman with similar physical condition as High lady. “Thintoathanasia, also known as the mortal immortality sickness, where instead of the entire body, either brain or heart of an immortal loses its immortality, causing the body to age differently. It can be caused because of uneven distribution or concentration of immortality factors in the body,” I read through the page in my mind, not even realizing that I had spoken it out loud. Almost everyone in the hall, including High lady, gaped at me blankly. Nesryn squinted her eyes. “How did you know about High lady’s sickness?”