Novel & Cerita My Immortal Fanfiction Full

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

I’m having so much feeling in a short time. “Well, I won’t welcome you, but you found me easily in here,” Alaric spoke when I opened the door to his room. This is not his lab, despite that, I found him. Now I should finish the unfinished business. “No more talking, are you ready to die?” “You already killed him, paybacks a bitch. You are the one who’s going to die.” “Iam immortal,” I laughed and glared at him. Stella POV:

Stefano loves me and I can't help but laugh at the title he uses to tease me. Even if the whole world would laugh at me now, I would not be able to smile or laugh. I feel like my heart is on the brink of sinking and it is slowly drowning me until there is nothing left for me to hold on to. "Thank you, Stephen." I smiled bitterly at him and I saw that Stefano seemed hurt because of my response. "Your father is also one of the missing people. You don't need to comfort me, I trust the king but I cannot help but feel fear for the possibility that he's not coming back." I told him the truth. Deep inside me, I still believe that he's coming back safe. He's Elijah, the first immortal, the most powe

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

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.”

I would have flipped my shit if he told me when I first came with him. “When I became a necromancer, I had to die, and when I brought myself back to life, I came back immortal. When you became my familiar, you also became immortal.” My eyes go wide. Okay, that’s not something I saw coming. “I know it feels overwhelming, and I should have warned you beforehand, but you were already so overwhelmed I didn’t want to push you over the edge. I know the idea of forever is intimidating. We can give up our immortality at any time and die of old age. Just remember you can still die, Ari. Immortal doesn't mean indestructible. I have to stay immortal for a bit to make sure our kids and grandkids are set

I remain with my back pressed against the fridge, not desiring to go anywhere that is outside of his proximity. I swallow audibly. "I'm just asking..." "I'm immortal, and you're mortal," he reminds me, as if he senses I’m in a trance and wants to draw me out of it before I do something I will regret. "I'm also a Sin, and you're not."

And here I was, about to break his kind heart, just like Galleytrot asked me not to. "I can't be with you," I whispered. "Not ever. And not just you." I hugged myself, turned away from him, faced the hall and the distant view of the Gate in the far chamber. "I'm immortal. I'm going to live forever. Which means I can never be with anyone who isn't." I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to hear him laughing. I turned back, hesitant, really expecting to see despair on his face despite his good humor. Instead he smiled at me, eyes full of sparkle.

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.

I stop for a moment and glanced at them. “At least, I gave it a try dad, mom. I don’t want another immortal to die on my hands again, I’m too impulsive of stating that condition of mine but you know why I said that I just want to be happy, I wanted to be mated to the immortal destined to me. I want to be mated to the immortal who can make my heart flutter in an instant without any effort! Do you understand that? I want to feel how to be in love!” I burst in front of their faces.