Mortals Novels & Stories

Of course there won’t be anymore cries, when the entirety of living beings had been wiped clean from the world and what’s left are piles of dead bodies that became the food of undead abominations and ghouls. Noel’s face twisted in disgust. Suddenly, the ground shook and dark purple aura began to slip outside from the earth. Noel opted not to step on that area of ground and floated, discovering that his choice was albeit a clever one. The ground that emits those aura melted any being upon contact. To add, it doesn’t choose which is the opponent and which is not. That also caused the dead bodies and the undead to melt after they inhaled the aura. The tower collapsed soon after that, only to re

The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately. "What was that?" Jason whispered. "Sean is that an animal?... Oh please tell me it's not a human being" he cried. They carefully stepped off the car and moved to the front. Once they saw the twisted human figure lying lifelessly on the ground in a pool of blood Jason froze... "Jason let's go! Now!!!.." Sean hollered but Jason stood not moving an inch. "Hey ... Hey! Look let's get out of here before people see this, it was a mistake!!"

“You will keep your abilities. Keep your strength. But the instability is gone. The danger of ascension is gone. You are mortal again. Fully, completely mortal. Powerful, yes. But human.” “And the baby?”

The alliance forged in the crucible of necessity held the promise of a formidable defense against the looming threat, and the supernatural forces braced themselves for the impending battle on the moonlit horizon. The atmosphere in Alpha Jake's office was charged with a sense of urgency as he, alongside Luna Mara, Beta Jason, and the witch leader Morgana, gathered to discuss the imminent threat posed by the vampires. The room, adorned with symbols of werewolf heritage and traces of mystical energy from the witches, became a strategic enclave for planning their defense.

"Elara, in a situation like last night, the more I protect you, the harsher the gods' punishment will be. You have a mortal body. If they truly decided to inflict a divine punishment, you wouldn't survive..." "Besides, we're about to leave this realm. I don't want any more complications. The child is innocent. Why do you resent her?" "I told you, it wasn't me," I said, my eyes burning. "Hydra's venom corrodes a god's ichor. How could a mortal like me ever get her hands on it?" Aresios seemed taken aback by my fierce reaction. He paused for a moment before softening his tone. "Alright, alright, it doesn't matter now."

“We are the same age, exactly the same age… I am not a fossil.” “Mom said a fossil can be ‘a markedly outdated or old-fashioned person or thing,’” I say, smiling that I got it right. If I got it right on quiz night, then Mom would take me out on her wolf for a run. “So, that means that you are a fossil. A Fossil Dad.” “I need new children.” I watch with wide eyes as we get closer and closer to the pack’s armory. Jace said it was the place where all the pack’s weapons were, the one that had the best weapons for the strongest warriors in the pack. He said those types of warriors were called Specialists. Maybe that’s why the building was so big, to fit them all inside.

for this would imply that immortals are not human. Perhaps most impolite of all is to refer to your mortal servants as “slaves.” This dehumanizing term insults hard-working servants, and implies that immortals are slave drivers! Slavery remains illegal in England, and you will find that mortal servitude does not resemble it in the least. Indeed, it is positively humane. Before the Nightfall, many impoverished mortals struggled each day to find work, food, and shelter. Now they are guaranteed all three, provided they are sufficiently loyal to Her Majesty and consent to their weekly blood tax.

Although these people who rushed up to the street were moving, their expressions and movements seemed extremely stiff. It could even be said that they had no expression. All of them widened their eyes and looked at the sky at the same time, their faces full of obsession and respect. "They…" With a sweep of his divine sense, Mu Touling's expression changed slightly. "They are all mortals, and they are all dead." "So many mortals!" "How can they move when they are dead? Have they become zombies?" The other two cultivators shouted in surprise. At this moment, everyone could not help but have goosebumps on their backs.

Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form. Behind them the door fills with the motley pack that are the Loop City Rogues. I almost can't believe my eyes! They all came here! A pack that is not a pack, fighting a fight that's not theirs. There's more. They're actually glowing. Like the Moon Goddess has touched them. They glow! Vuko! Alpha Vuko! The warning comes too late.

That she had felt what he had felt about the mortal. "You and I sense it.....and so do the boys. " Mantilo began. "Lander tells me that he cannot read the mortals emotions, or sense his thoughts. Even when the Mortal was asleep he couldnt break through his walls." Mantilo said to her softly. "Lander tells me that this mortal has a block stronger then steel around his mind." Mantilo shook his head. "Now I ask you... Do normal mortals even know of such a thing? They are a shallow people cut off from supernatural powers. Only the strongest or wisest of them even stumble upon it....So why would some young mortal already know how to