Mlp Immortal Affliction Novels & Stories

Damour let out a thunderous laugh that shook the walls, then leaned closer to Malik, his fiery eyes piercing his soul: Damour, Elven King: Malik… How many times have I told you? There's no going back to your normal life. You have crossed the threshold. You are now part of us. You are no longer human... but demons. Your sole purpose is to kill. The police? They cannot punish you. Once you have satiated the lake of blood... you will be immortal. For a moment, there was silence. Then the Elven King Damour raised his head, his expression hardening into something even cruelter. His voice deepened, as if emerging from the void itself:

"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 ]

LILY WINTERSONG POV- The ground danced like it was drunk under the magnetic effect of reborn power. I could feel the earth liberating an energy. The stronger force felt like they were trying to pull me closer. I too was dazed under the effect; it made my senses forget their purpose. These effects were nothing but a reminder that I was weak. My little time with Orion made me aware about my hidden ability and the dark reality that I was a type of human who will be cursed for existing. Xavier's cruel remarks were enough for me to understand the value of my life.

The ancient affirmation that I heard used in a clearing in the dark for a different purpose, turned now toward something it was always better suited for. Aldric looks at me again. "The last heir of the Moonblood line," he says. And then he stops. And what he does next is not in the formal script, I can tell by the way the hall shifts slightly, by the way the other elders exchange glances. He steps down from his position and he looks at me directly, just a man now, all the titles stripped away, and he says: "Forgive an old wolf who was wrong." The hall is very still.

Andreus said the footprints in the dust belonged to a female, but when Alexavian intended to investigate, he quickly said he swept the floor out of nostalgia. ​Nostalgia. Of course I was the only one stupid enough to believe such an obvious lie. ​He had been so easygoing over the past few days that I had completely forgotten how utterly dangerous and perceptive he could be. ​“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced my lips into a smile, widening it to match his. “I’ve never heard anything about immortals.” ​“Then do you happen to know—” ​“That is enough.”

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.

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!”

I said quickly and added, “We never mated. Tyler said that a wolf has to give you his knot to reproduce.” I could see the relief on her face as she took a deep breath and then she said, “They have to be Tyler’s. Nothing else makes any sense but that they are his.” I wanted to so desperately to believe what she was saying but now a part of me was worried that they may be Samuel’s and that the doctors had it all wrong. Next time I saw the pack doctor I was going to see if I could talk to him alone and see if he knew a way to tell. I know that the doctor I saw today said they were immortal, but the fact was I was immortal which would make them part immortal.