Novelas y relatos de Mortals

"I don't know. I've seen it, but I don't control it. If it's to be done, then it's all on you, and you'll have to do it before being invited to Epic Cu to become an Elder. Once there you will share your abilities with the Collective, and they won't let you come back. Mortality will be lost to you forever." I exhaled a long breath. "What happens to me if I chose to be mortal?" "You'll die within a slightly extended human life span. You will retain some abilities, heightened strength and hearing among them. But you will have no true defenses against the Neratomay. And you know what they do to those they find interesting." They hurt them.

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.”

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Morgott sneered, “They say I am a demon who kills people or supreme beings without blinking an eye. That I’m cruel and would commit heinous crimes.” He raised his voice and shouted, “But! I can say with confidence that no matter where I’ve gone, I’ve never killed a human.” Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent. James narrowed his eyes, seemingly coming to a realization. Morgott’s spirit was undeniably potent. He could possess or manipulate any living entity, and he was immortal. It would not be long before his seal was lifted, and he could take over their bodies to seek revenge.

He dutifully answered. "What is her ability?" She questioned, curiosity eating her throat. " All members of her clan possess two lives.They will die once, and come back to life, to die an ultimate time. Often they were used as human shields, in the past, or sent on perilous missions. " Raïna gaped back at Quevelerin. That tiny woman, who was only wearing a white straight dress that didn't accentuate her in the least, with her small delicate fingers and scared face had died? Yet, she appeared in good shape.

Khalil can’t be dead, the doctor said his disease isn’t a deadly disease, he can’t be dead. "Please" I folded my hands "I’m sorry if I have upset you in a way but please just tell me where Khalil is, please." I sobbed Abu rolled his eyes and crossed his arms "Are you deaf? I told you that he is dead, he is dead." He walked toward me and knelt "Your brother is dead so get that in your head and stop acting all sad about it." I can’t believe he’s confidently telling me that Khalil is dead, without any sign of sympathy in his voice or his face. He is inhuman

“Wha...what the f**k are you!?” I smile evilly. “Come on Mitchy, you know what I am. Anna told you my name.” Mitch shakes his head in disbelief. “No! You’re not real!” “Oh, but I am.” Very real, and very pissed off at the moment. In a poor last ditch effort, Mitch throws the revolver at me which I catch with ease. Mortals are such an embarrassment. I look down at the gun in my hand. “You mortals and your guns...there’s no sport to them...no honor...you can simply mow down hundreds of your pitiful kind by simply pulling a trigger, and send a boatful of souls down to me in a blink of an eye.” I crush the gun in my hand and toss it

His eyes traveled lower down my eyes and his gaze seemed to soften when he realized I was crying. "I do." He said. "But you are supposed to live here." I looked at him unbelievably. Maybe he was a psychopath. Kidnappings girls just for his crazy reasons. Or because he loved calling this place as Underworld. "I'm not going to die here just because of you! However crazy you are, somebody will come here looking for me." I shouted. He raised a brow at that. "You are already dead. And secondly, mortals don't come out here unless they're dead. So no, nobody is coming here for you. And even if they do, they would already be dead." He spoke.

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I asked wrinkling my nose, “Cal’s right, I am an alien.” “You are not an alien.” Hunter laughed. “So not everyone can see this, aura?” “Humans can’t see it,” Hunter said. “Humans?” I said, “What are we?” “We are…” He thought for a minute, “There’s not a particular name we call ourselves. The elder refers to us as the elementals. But that doesn’t describe us very well. The Delazar’s call us reapers.” “Why reapers?” I asked. “What are reapers to you?” He stroked my hand with his thumb.