Mortals Novels & Stories

Long ago, mindless beasts from distant realms breached this world. They were ravenous, draining the air and water, turning the planet into a wasteland. To resolve the crisis, the Shining Keeper, a being from the celestial planes, descended to the mortal realm. The plan was to craft vessels to house souls pivotal in sealing the cosmic breach. Those vessels would later be known as Lower Mortals, identified as Humans. To make the world habitable, the beasts had to be exterminated first. So the Shining Keeper created the Salamanders—Higher Mortals born of fire—to fulfill this task. They succeeded. Yet, she deemed them too barbaric a

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

“What we’re worried about is the old master. He, he’s the brightest of them all and is also used to his old habits when he was still a mortal.” The woman merely whispered the latter part to herself but Nathan was quite close to where she stood so he still heard it. When ‘he’ was still a mortal? So it meant his ‘liege’ and the other masters used to be humans before? That fact surprised him. Then again, they had mortal names and had been talking about their ‘normal’ families in the past few days. Ley’s face matched the photo he found on FB and Instagram too. He forgot to ask how the esteemed Anitos came into being, but now he could infer a few points. ‘They were mortal

Lauxister pointed, only three Elite Guards remained fighting the six unharmed mortals while five blue-armored guys tried holding them back. One of the blue-armored guys managed to slice a spear to one of the mortal’s neck and just like how vampires die, he’s reduced to ashes. “Their neck,” he yelled. “Their neck is their weak spot.” In an instant, the table had turned. One by one, the mortals were dying. The vampires weren’t able to harm them earlier, because their skins were as thick as gold. When at last, one blue-armored guy and Elite Guard plunged a spear to the mortal’s neck, he died with one last scream.

I need as much out of him as I can possibly get. “You see, you’re one of us,” he tells me. My eyes widen. “Perhaps not on the same tier of immortality as Fate, or me, for example. But you are part of the Seven Virtues.” Not many people know of the Seven Sins or the Seven Virtues. They keep to themselves, but their existence is the reason why mortals are the way they are. There names are something I’m not familiar with, which I am grateful for. The Sins, at least, are the most frightful of the few. The Virtues, I don’t mind so much.

I took a bigggg bite and chewed on it happily. ''''''''''''''''''''''' "Remember to behave Zara, be careful ok?." Mom tells as she hit the road. "Yeah mom." I replied. "One more thing, your name is Quinn Anderson and do not let anyone know about your powers, ok!?." "Yeah I know mom." I rolled my eyes. "Good." Minutes later, we arrived at a very magnificent building. Mom drove into the huge compound and alights the car. "We're here, i've met the school authority, take care of yourself ok?."

I have a very worried Mirabelle staring at me; now I know what the poor girl is thinking; she is wondering what does 'cleansing of the mortals' means. Well it means, the strongest shall survive, for the darkness shall unleash every creature that nightmares are made of. And these creatures prey on the lives of mortals; they range from taking their souls to ripping the very thing that beats which keeps them alive. These creatures shall eliminate those who are too weak to be part of the perfect mortal race.

He didn’t feel dark magic or anything in her. “It’s fine.” He said and she instantly dropped her other hand. He let her wrist go and she stepped back moving quickly over to her bags. He watched her the entire time. What was it about these mortals? Why did some of the most powerful fall for such weak creatures? Then again there was more than just physical and he had seen some mortals with wills stronger than any he’d ever met. In his cell he’d heard them curse the gods and keep taking the pain. Guess there was something to these frail creatures, he just didn’t see it.

“Death is like a rain you cannot stop.” On the island of Vitam et Mortem, people with extraordinary capabilities exist and they are called medius which means middle. They are creatures that lie between the living and the dead. They can either see, hear or feel ghosts. The ordinary people of the island or the mormians do not acknowledge these creatures. They witnessed what a medius can do but they keep on invalidating such creatures accusing them of sorcery and witchcraft.

But before I left, I told him something: “One day you will fall, Mortyss. And I will be there to watch.” It seemed that day had arrived. Mortyss, the untouchable. Mortyss, the hunter of Lilim. Mortyss, who killed every descendant of Lilith he found without hesitation. Bonded. Trapped. Addicted. To a Lilim. It was so poetic it almost hurt.