My Beloved Immortal Novels & Stories

She would never forget his tender touches, ever. “I know, she healed me, and most probably brought me back from death.” “Serena, her gift is not only that, but the gift of eternal life.” “What? What did you say?” Serena stood frozen, shocked by the growing implications. “You are now immortal, Serena, like me. We can spend eternity together, loving each other, having children together, anything you want, but together! Serena, I love you with every fiber of my being. Please believe me. I don’t know what else I can say or do to make you trust…. Wait a minute.”

"Then keep listening. It only beats this fast when I'm next to you." Elena closed her eyes, letting her senses fill completely with the scent of rain, vanilla, and Maya's pure vitality. For seventy years, Elena had looked at her immortality as a curse—a never-ending cycle of hiding, loneliness, and running from the light. But lying here in the quiet dark, wrapped in the arms of the woman she loved, eternity didn't feel like a prison anymore. It felt like a promise. They stayed locked in that quiet, breathless embrace for hours, a mortal and an immortal sharing a fragile pocket of peace before the storm of the final battle arrived.

It was a reoccurring nightmare I often had, one of my most baseless fears even though I knew what I felt for Lance will never diminish. “I don’t think I will ever feel any different about you than I do right now.” He told me honestly. “Yes, immortality is a bane in some cases but I’m glad I get to spend it with you, no matter how long I live. I have witnessed the rise and fall of so many kingdoms alone, see thousands of sunrises alone. But now I know I will have you by my side to witness so much more.” “Since when did you get so romantic?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I should give it back," I begged, trying to reverse the immortality. "Annitore, please, let me give it back—only your immortality can save you." "No." Her voice was so weak. "Keep it. Protect yourself. Promise me, Owaine." "Of what use is immortal, if you won't be here with me?" Her hand came up to touch my face. "Find a way," she whispered. "Bring me back. We have so much left to do. I'm not—" She coughed, blood speckling her lips. "I'm not done loving you."

The immortal said with finality, "You saved her from death when she gave birth. But she was destined to die. Your medical skills defied fate and brought her back from the brink, but she must die." Bellamy realized his wife was home alone. He disregarded the immortal’s warning and sprinted back to his house. He found himself trapped in a nightmarish loop, trying again and again to save her but to no avail. His frustration boiled over, and in a fit of anger, he cursed at the immortal. Suddenly, the path home opened before him. Bellamy raced back as fast as he could, but when he arrived, he found his wife dead at the sewing machine. Her throat had been pierced by a needle, blood flowing endless

Stefano loves me and I can't help but laugh at the title he uses to tease me. Even if the whole world would laugh at me now, I would not be able to smile or laugh. I feel like my heart is on the brink of sinking and it is slowly drowning me until there is nothing left for me to hold on to. "Thank you, Stephen." I smiled bitterly at him and I saw that Stefano seemed hurt because of my response. "Your father is also one of the missing people. You don't need to comfort me, I trust the king but I cannot help but feel fear for the possibility that he's not coming back." I told him the truth. Deep inside me, I still believe that he's coming back safe. He's Elijah, the first immortal, the most powe

"Almost. You are a very clever young lady. Immortal does mean you can live forever, but people can make you die if you are not careful. Would you want to live forever to help me?" "I don’t know, Miss Selene. What about when I’m old, like Mama and Papa? What if I don’t have a Papa? No, I don’t mean Papa. I mean what my Papa is to my Mama. A...a... mate," I remember what the special person is called. "What if I promise to make your mate immortal too? Do you think you would both help me?" She asks again. "I think so. I would have to ask my Papa, I think. It’s too big for me to know right now."

"You are insatiable." "I'm better now, I can take whatever you give me," I insist, pulling on his arms. Thinking about sex means I'm not thinking about what is going to happen to me very soon. And it's easy to consider, since it's most of what I think about when I'm around my mate. Hale holds my face in his hands, eyebrows raised. "But what I want to give you requires you to be immortal." "Really?" "I wouldn't want to hurt you..." he breaks off, all the humour vanishing from his face. I realise, it really isn't just about me being wounded, but also me being immortal. Does he really think he is capable of hurting me?

"Tomorrow I will burn. And I will do it with a smile on my face, knowing that one day the uncrowned king of prophecy will return. And when he comes, he will bring an end to the wickedness that riddles the land, and free us from our bondage. He will bring darkness upon us and the witnesses shall rejoice to see his glory. And you will know that he is the Immortal." Sethlzaar caught sight of a whisper of smoke spill from the iron where it scraped against her neck. It was faint and thin. He blinked once, and it was gone, like a child's imagination. But what did he know? He was only a child trying to convince an adult. He sighed. "Do you have anything you would like anyone to know?" he asked. "A

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.