Novelas y relatos de Mortals

He looked down at his hands. Then up at us. “I think,” he said quietly, “I’m not immortal anymore.” Muzan broke the silence first. “So…it’s the end of the road for us, huh,” he muttered dryly. No more chopping of limbs, taking fires, and more importantly no more throwing ourselves in front of trees,” he looked pointedly at Edric. Edric gave a tired smile. “Wasn’t exactly on my to-do list, I swear.” “Understood,” Muzan huffed. “Getting used to being mortal can be a little much, though,” he sighed, putting his hands over the back of his head. Come to me whenever you’re free. I offer classes.”

Kayla swallowed painfully at the tone he used to talk to her and the murderous look he gave her. "You're talking as if you are a better individual when you're nothing but a goal digger. There's more to life than trying to associate yourself with someone like me. There's more to life than fake ass, fake boobs, ridiculous makeup and kinky sex. I honestly don't know what I saw in you but I'm glad I was sensible enough to let you go."

I opened my eyes, the rusty ceiling and the faint smell of dirt on my room greeting me an early morning. I got up from my dirty mattress which is my bed and walked towards the tilted window allowing the sun to shine all over me. The early birds chirping outside greeting me on the starting of the day. "AMARA" my mom shouted warning me to wake up and get started with my work. I sighed. Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one.

He's dead. "Colfre?" Morrigan's voice came out of her in a squeak as she realized that the man she was expecting to come back to her was nothing but a cold body. That he will come back to her nothing but a corpse that she will offer an honorary burial. Her sobs slowly rise to her throat as tears streamed down her face unceasingly. Touching the face of the man she loves, looking at his beautiful yet lifeless eyes. "You promised me... You promised me that you will come back to me. Colfre... Why?" Her voice croaks as she combed his hair with her fingers. "Colfre..." She calls him but there was no reply. She hates death the most, she hates how it takes everything away from her. She hates how it

I kind of expect that we're going to have to fight eventually but I don't see anything and the forest has been awfully quiet ever since we started walking Kimora: I sense something very powerful nearby. This is definitely unsettling because it almost feels like a Deadic. Jourton: What's a Deadic??? Kimora: Deadic's are what you guys would effectively refer to as gods but here's the thing, they're pretty much just as human as anyone else and the crazy part is I basically live with two of them. this thing however feels very different almost as if it has a definition and that on its own is concerning.

From the disappointment and pain, of the Maiden’s mana. “I couldn’t have her no matter what I’ll do. But still, I want to.” His desire whispers in a deep and eerie tone while observing the humans who don’t have a clue about the truth and how their world works. “I think I kind of envy your innocence. Your foolishness and being the useless dolls in this world and grand stage.” He mocks the humans. Mortal was given the life to populate the world and make it natural. Useless pieces are only created to make the plot believable for the destined two.

I would've never accepted any of them as my family. "Mortals are just like that, Ethel. They need time. Because their life is limited. Unlike us. We can live forever and think and decide on whatever we want. Generations will change and we will get new stuff too. But mortals need time to make the best decisions, they need time to think well, they need time to know us well." I wiped her tears with my hands. "Fine. Let them take their time. In the meantime, we will try to figure out how Mark was able to block his mind from us. But I promise to you Catty, if anything goes wrong, I will kill them with my bare hands!"

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

“It means they’re targeting the mortals.” My breath catches. “You can’t do that.” The whisper answers calmly. “Clarification.” Silence stretches. Then the words drop like ice into my chest. “Eliminating mortal memory.”

Why wasn’t she awakening? Mortus took off his tunic, his glowing white skin littered with a few scars, but mostly tattoos of crosses and busty women. “I’ll get them covered, just for you. I’ll rip the skin from my body if that will make it better.” My arms were trying to crawl away from him, only to be pulled back to the center of the bed.