My Beloved Immortal Novels & Stories

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

As her hips were driven deep into the mattress with each plunge inside her, Mory’s eyes fluttered closed and silent gasps fell from her lips until she finally cried out his name. While she shuddered underneath him, the Immortal sunk into Mory’s neck and claimed his mate. “Mine!”

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

He lifts his head from my lap and looks deep into my eyes. “You are no ordinary woman for me, Blossom. You are the reason for this,” he places my hand on his chest, where the heart is located. “Is still beating.” “And it will stop if you leave me because then there would be no meaning in living this life. Without you it’s meaningless.” He leans in closer. “I never imagined that one day I would start loving my life because you are in it. Your existence is the pillar to my life and without you, it will collapse in the blink of an eye.”

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

“What?” “Hmm,” Her blue gems slowly raked over Daniella’s face. Dola’s gaze lowered for a moment, observing her neck as her light pools of blue quickly began to darken. As her heated hues of midnight blue flittered back up, soaking in Daniella’s flushed cheeks and wavering scowl, Dola smirked. “Still a feisty little minx, I see.” “Excuse you-” Dola turned to me, “So what’s the problem with Chandler getting married?”

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.

I open it up, and it simply says: ~ Hunter, My love, my life, everything I want for eternity. Be my King, claim me as your Queen, for eternity! I vow to never leave your side! Forever, My Love, Change me ~Love your Gem. My love, my everything, my rare gem, she has returned to me, and I am never letting her go!

The vines overhead blossomed in sudden, riotous color, as though the garden itself were celebrating the moment two souls discovered just how boundless love could be. Slowly, the world settled. He pressed a final kiss over the sealed bite, and she answered with one to the center of his chest, right where his immortal heart beat in time with hers. Fingers still intertwined, they rose together, new and unafraid. As the storm raged outside, Iris and Damien stood together among the singing plants, their love a beacon of warmth in the winter's grip. They had become something new, something that existed in the space between mortal and immortal, and together they would face whatever trials lay ahead

“Sabbath isn't as ruthless as you think he is. Sabbath is actually a really nice boy. Sabbath was among the youngest of the Immortals and one of the most beautiful. He always loved to play around in the divine realm while all the other immortals wandered the earth. I loved seeing him, but he wasn't always the emotionally stable type. Sometimes he would suddenly start crying for no reason at all until I came by to comfort him. Sometimes he would burst into a fit of rage. Other times, he would just sit quietly, thinking. He was approached by Solis, the Immortal of the sun, who claimed she could love him more than I did, and he believed her without a second thought.