My Beloved Immortal Novels & Stories

To feel that love forever, that was all I wanted. His gaze darkened, piercing me with a weight that was both terrifying and intoxicating. “There will be no going back from this, Natalie,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. “You cannot wake one day and decide you want humanity again. You will be like me. Like my mother. Always. Immortal. Are you sure you want this existence, always waking beside me, always bound to me, forever? What if eternity wearies you? What if one day you long to move on, to taste another life, and regret this choice?”

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.

"He's immortal, he couldn't care less about me." "Let's hope not. Because being the object of an immortal's affection is how innocent people get killed," he notes, taking a long drink from his glass. I watch the movement carefully. "Like my mate, Abella." "I won't be falling in love with him..." I assure him calmly, trying not to let him see that I’m shaking. He gives me a lasting look, emerald eyes burning. "Hmm, let's hope not. For your sake.”

“Three centuries old, and you still have the palate of a child.” “Precisely why I should have one. No tooth decay, one of the few perks of immortality.” When I ignored him and turned toward the open balcony window, his eyes widened. “Hey hey! Don’t throw it out! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get that recipe right?” I paused halfway to the balcony, a faint curl of amusement touching my lips at the genuine horror in his eyes. “Why should I care?” “Let’s make a trade,” he bargained quickly, sitting upright. “I give you information, you give me back the bowl. Deal? It’s about Lorraine!”

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

But seeing him, his black hair shining and his skin glimmering, he looks ethereal. He was staring at me, and amusement was evident in his eyes. This is the first time that I saw him very happy with just his eyes alone. So I wasn't surprised when he suddenly pulled me and kissed me. He gave me a passionate kiss as we floated in the air. We were both panting after the kiss. He leaned forward and our foreheads touched each other. "I love you." He whispered to me. "I do too," I replied to him while savoring the moment. But no matter how blissful this feeling is, this is a sin that I committed. The unforgivable immortal sin.

He wraps his arm around my waist, to steady me. With shaky hands, I reach up and touch his face. Tears fill my eyes as I process the fact that he's actually real. He came back for me, for our daughter. "Mikael," I breathe and he embraces me. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me for the rest of our lives," he whispers in my ear. "How...." I breathe. "I've been granted immortality. The curse has been broken, so we can now live our lives the way we want to," he tells me and I kiss him long and hard.

said General Ambrosias again. I can not talk. They mean sister, don't they? The sister destined to the king of Valeria is the key to immortality not ending. Sister who is a person. The sister who chose to stay in this world. I can't explain myself but why do I feel like protesting knowing that Elijah is going to marry my sister? Why don't I like it?

If she could give birth to a baby boy exactly like him in the future, that would be great, that baby would be beautiful in both body and character. “Lie down.” After letting him lie down, she was about to empty the water basin when he reached out to hold her back. His eyes were red, looking like he was about to cry, making her sit down frantically, not daring to move anymore. “Emily, don't leave me. You can't leave me. You are only allowed to love me for a thousand years. You are only allowed to love me for the rest of your life.” Right now, she was really confused. Every time he gets drunk, does he turn into this? Where's her mature man? Why is this big boy lying here?

If this time Lynd wants him to wait for her, then Joan will do as Lynd asks. “I have to go now." Said Lynd don't have much time. “Then see you at school.” Joan say goodbye. Is this a part of fate for someone who lives an unrequited love, always staring at the figure behind the person who loves, passing away more and left behind. Every time this moment happened it was so painful almost unbearable for Joan. ***