My Immortal Fanfiction Full Novels & Stories

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.

Time explains. My throat goes dry. There’s no memory in my mind of ever being in danger from someone else other than the time I was poisoned. “Who?” “It’s another immortal. He decided not long ago that he hates me, and wants my powers. And it might not be easy, but we are going to make sure he never gets them,” he tells me firmly. “Because believe it or not, I want you to be my mate, and not someone named Sinful’s.”

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.

Even so, I could neither wake up nor save myself. I had been buried in a grave of my mother’s memories in the middle of nowhere. Some of them were so horrifying, for a second I thought I was losing my mind. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t understand. I was suffocating, but I knew that even death wouldn’t come to save me here. It was at that moment; I realized how an immortal actually felt. They didn’t fear death; they feared it might never come for them and their suffering would never end.

Seraphine and the immortal stood together, hands clasped, hearts still pounding, their bond blazing brighter than ever. The First Immortal hung in the air, his form flickering between immense power and vulnerability. “You… your love… it’s more than I imagined… more than I ever calculated…” The immortal stepped forward, eyes blazing. “It’s not imagination. It’s us. And together… we decide the rules now.” Seraphine’s chest swelled with emotion. The war was not yet over, but for the first time, she felt the tide shift. Their bond was not just surviving the apocalypse it was dominating it, reshaping it with every heartbeat, every shared breath.

"I want you to know that as much as we are mates, that does not change a thing. The only reason I am doing this is because I have done a lot and I am bored, this being one of the things I have not done. As soon as I am bored, I will move on just like I did with the war and I am afraid that means your head on the ground." I froze, how could I not when words like these were said to you by your own soul mate. I felt my heart shutter, felt my world shake, the tears threatening to fall yet I held them back, not wanting to show him how deep he cut. I did not want to give him the satisfaction so, in turn, I held my head up, stubborn as ever and not going down. "You can't kill me, I am immortal now

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.

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!”

I spit, snatching her face with my hands and standing so close my nose brushes hers. “I-I didn’t ignore it…” she breathes, fighting the pull to fuck me. I can see it in her eyes, and I’m slightly impressed by her tenacity, “It was never my intention to hurt you – or for you to have to watch that.” But I did. I am an immortal, a creature who’s lived many long lives. I don’t have the ability to feel, to empathise. I’m numb; to brutality, pain, suffering, and happiness.

To worsen this horrid situation, I find myself moving in and out of varying stages of consciousness and insanity. My only wish is to see Anastasia before I completely perish, but I fear that after my rejection, Genevieve shall not make her way down here very soon again. I should have just overturned the sentence for who am I trying to fool? My love for Anastasia shall always come before the Vampire code. Not in all my years as a mortal did I ever feel this way about anyone, let alone a woman. I love her more deeply than immortality itself. With that thought, I peacefully drift into the darkness once again.