Mortals Novels & Stories

And sneaking out of this place was not possible with Luther's men, who always patrolled the perimeter of the mansion. I didn't know how many people live in this place or people did really exist here. Because all I could see was Luther's human robots who were human but acted like a machine. They didn't laugh, smile, and talk. Only the thing they usually did was obey Luther's orders. If Luther wanted them to eat, they would eat. If Luther wanted them to sit, they would sit. I wondered If they urinated only after his order?

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

"Killed a lot of people. We think there are survivors still, though. If we can get the coin, then we can help them." "Of course." Damon nods. "Then we can't waste any more time." A shrill call carries across the grass. By the way Damon freezes, I know it's not good. "Uh, what's that?" I ask. "Sounds like another monster looking for dinner," Alec grimly responds. Damon nods. "Werewolf hearing is a bit more sensitive than human hearing. It's definitely not good." "Vampire hearing is really sensitive," Alec points out. Oh my God. Seriously? He's going to bring out the machismo right now?

- Lucifron asks indignantly. - You hear but you don't listen. – Sun says, crossing his arms. - Then explains. – Lucifron says, crossing his arms too. The remaining friends look at them and sigh. - It's better to explain more and complain less. We don't have all day to stand here looking at you. - Ambrosia and Nectar can kill or make a mortal become immortal. As far as I know, none of us are ordinary mortals. - We are not immortal. – Lucifron says.

"They are the Necculeans. A species with untold telekinetic abilities. Their strengths also extend to their political expertise, their military strategy and warfare. The other dominions practically bow at their feet." A cloying weight presses down on my chest. "I don't want to do this. Is there a way I can, I don't know, return my powers? Turn mortal?" "Practically, you are." "What do you mean?" "Death bringers are one of the only known immortal mortal species." A pause. "So, let me get this. The gods want me to off a race of immortals--while having low health-life battery?" His lip twitches at the corner. "Yes."

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "You call this precious? The herbs are not even extinct and can be found anywhere in this mortality realm, how is it precious?, all has all ordinary herbs turn precious"

"An amortal being is a specie or a series of species that has a long lifespan, they do not age or rather the effect is slower compared to humans. Unlike immortals, they can be harmed or killed through a blade to the neck, a complete and absolute beheading, or exposure to extreme conditions like molten lava and elongated starvation. Otherwise, body parts cut off can grow back in a few days. They also have some unique abilities peculiar to each species." Candice digested this information; it was an eye-opening revelation. In all her life she had never known there was some sort of supernatural ranking system operating in the universe. From what she now understood

"W-Why do you sound so surprised?" .... "You're human... They generally kill humans on sight... So how?" "Well t-they did try to kill me. I-I just kinda killed them f-first. T-Then their princess recognized I w-was immortal and they allowed me in the city. Though t-they kept it v-very quiet." "Holy shit Mortis there's more to you than meets the eyes."

'From the place beyond the nine heavens?' Morticia furrowed her brows. Darryl had spoken so seriously, so the doubt in her mind had dissipated. 'Those from the place beyond nine heavens must be the Heavenly Immortals. If that's the case, it makes sense.' 'After all, that person could do something that no ordinary man can do." Instantly, Morticia let down her guard and said coldly, "Can you bring me out of the Blazing Sun Gate?" Even though she had believed in the identity that Darryl had made up, she still held a deep grudge about how he defiled her.

"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.