My Immortal Cultivation Game Life Novels & Stories

"Rebels. The rebels that i have been fighting against for a long time, suddenly attacked. To save me she sacrificed her life and was killed. I lost my reasoning, So i killed everyone in the palace, and all the rebels. Innocent people were involved in the death. All the wedding guests died at my hand. Williams came to stop me, but according to the heavens, i committed a great sin so i was punished with eternal life. No matter how i tried, I couldn't kill myself. I couldn't get killed by others, I continued living a meaningless life. Dillan's life got tied to my own because he helped me kill them. So he is only allowed to die when i die. And i can only die if i get human stars. Stars are the a

The most powerful immortals but, they died just to provide what their love desires. “So this is how you wanted to end your love?” the red flame fairy asked but the couple won’t be able to answer anymore. “Nooooo!” The fairy quietly watched as the girl mourned on her parent’s death. Hugging the red clothes they used to wear as they turned into ashes, Latina started to feel scared. She tried to kill herself many times, her blood filled the cracks inside the cave yet, she remained alive. That was the time when she realized, the blood within her was once her parents’. Lonely and hopeless, she curled her body and closed her eyes. Latina chose to sleep for life than to be alone and awake in the da

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

"If we cannot, then I will let you live your life for 80 years and then I will kill you. I opened my mouth to talk but he raised his hand to shush me. "You are no longer a human anymore, your body will start to change soon. You will become immortal and can live on forever. I do not want you to live on forever, I do not want to have a mate. So I will allow you to live your life for another eighty years- more longer than your average human life and then I will kill you and I shall be free of the mate bond." I stared at him as I tried to process what he was saying. I wasn't human anymore? I am immortal?

Xiao Chen never expected that his constant evasion would lead to such insane suffering. In fact, it was far stronger than what a cultivator ascending to the immortal realm should endure—twice as strong, in fact. But Xiao Chen felt no fear upon seeing this, for he already knew that ascending to the immortal realm would be far more insane than when he ascended to the Nascent Soul realm. Now that he saw it again, it was indeed more intense than he had ever imagined. Now, he had to face everything seriously, and since continuing to avoid it would only cause problems, Xiao Chen decided to endure it with his physique, which was now on par with that of an immortal realm cultivator.

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

End of fucking discussion. I look around my cheery kitchen. At the life I’m systematically building for myself here, brick by agonizing brick. I hated the flat on the creaky old promenade. It was spooky, lonely, and frankly, depressing. And even though I’m alone all the time, even here, this place feels full of something vital. It is alive, and I am not lonely. “From what I know,” he hesitantly goes on, his voice a quiet rumble, “my life force will be intrinsically tied to yours if we complete the mating. You will become immortal, and when I die, if I ever die, you will die.”

Golden light spilled across the surface of the sea, so beautiful that it stole my breath. I was still here. I was still alive. The system spoke again, but this time, its voice was no longer cold and robotic. "Detected that player has completed self-awakening and reclaimed personal agency in the last ten days. Strategy target recalibrated from 'being loved by others' to 'loving oneself.' Mission successful. Reward is a new life." I went still. Then, I started to laugh. So that was it. The real goal of this whole strategy game had never been Blake. It had been me.

I whispered, examining the black part of the sigil. ​The two inner circles had dimmed back to their faint, pale green hue, but the outermost ring remained black like ash. ​Did my blood fail to heal it completely? ​“That layer is permanently spent. We now have only two remaining to guard,” Jules said quietly, a bitter edge lacing his voice. ​“What is this mark?” I asked, tracing the rim of the charred layer without touching it directly. “And why does curse magic trigger it?” Jules let out a deep sigh. “Esmeralda made certain that even if he somehow survived her primary immortality curse, he would spend his final days as nothing more than a mindless, bloodthirsty beast.”

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”