My Immortal Cultivation Game Life Novels & Stories

I'm actually tired of explaining. "I'm not here to explain it to you. I'm here to know what will be your answer? You accept it, then it's a deal. If you refuse to do it then live forever and be immortal. You can't die, just live your lonely life with a different body and identity." A while ago he was talking about Guardian of Soul and now being immortal? That was insane!

The details flashed before my eyes—my name, age, and newfound status as a cultivator practicing mortal cultivation. "Congratulations, Host has Successfully Binded with the Supernatural Divine Godly System" Hosts name: Danial Crawford Age: 17 Status: Cultivator Cultivation: Mortal cultivation

I felt like I lost my breath because of the information he gave. "W-when it grows? I thought it wouldn't survive somewhere else?" I asked him in confusion. How can it grow, if it does not live outside? "It won't live long, Ales. It will grow in a home, and that means someone in the family in the home will die. It's like a warning from death. The time this flower grows, the fate of death will not be broken." ." He explained to me. "But don't worry, we're immortals. If it grows, it means that someone's life is in danger that could die. You can still change if you're proactive."

“Wow. You look good for your age.” “I moisturise,” I replied dryly. That earned me an amused little giggle. “So how does it work? This whole immortality thing?” I shrugged. “You don’t age and you don’t die…but you can be killed, so don’t go thinking you’re invincible now.” “Yes, but…you were born weren’t you? You were a baby…how do you go from an infant to an adult immortal...being?” I sighed and sat upright, turning sideways in my chair so I could look at her. “It’s complicated.”

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

Instead, she grabbed his wrist, her fingertips on his pulse, and said, "I was thinking, if someone as lucky as you found a few more people with the same birth chart, maybe people could live forever." "No one could live forever." Carl said calmly, "Even a cultivator had a lifespan, they just lived longer than normal people. Didn't you read my birth chart? Extreme fortune led to disaster." Amelia nodded. "Yours was too expensive, like a joke, but there were always some that weren't that expensive." Amelia was talking while taking some purple energy from him: "Borrowing a bit, might be useful later." Carl lowered his eyes and looked at the person playing with the coins in front of him. Suddenly

Blood was everywhere—thick, metallic. His dead eyes flickered. "Do you remember... in our last life..." He coughed blood, voice torn to shreds. "You bonded to me... under the Moon Goddess statue... said it'd be forever... said you'd plant Moonpetals in the yard..." His fingers clawed at the mud like he was digging up ghosts. "You had a pup... she had your eyes... chased fireflies in the yard..." I let him talk. Then I laughed—cold and sharp. "Keep repeating it. Maybe one day you'll believe it. But guess what? I came back too."

“Dead worlds?” “Levels,” he said. “Stages. The game calls them cute things. Castle this. Carnival that.” He snorted. “It’s still the same: in, suffer, maybe survive, out. Repeat till you’re lucky or interesting enough to earn something permanent.” “Permanent,” I echoed faintly. “Like… permanent death?” A humorless smile flickered over his face. “If you’re boring? Yeah.” My stomach swooped. “No,” I said. “No, I—this is a coma. Or a… psychotic break. I got hit by a car, and my brain spewed horror tropes at me because that’s all I fed it for the last ten years.”

(Bianca POV) It was early morning when I woke up with Gen in bed with me. We've been close as sisters ever since Bray brought her here to live with her uncle. When he saved Kora and I from the rouge wolves the only thing that I noticed first about him was the cinnamon and the smell of wood burning at a campfire. I didn't even notice that there was something in his hand, like someone's heart but I really believe he did take my heart away that day. Every part of me that he was the person that was going to be my mate even though I was only ten years old at the time. I was also told later that day that he had a mate that died in the rouge attack on their pack that same day. I don't understand if

We go to my car and I start the car to go to the club Morte. . Hello guys how are you all!! Also tell me that what I have to improve. Thank you❤❤❤