My Immortal Fanfiction Full Novels & Stories

You thought being miles away from me, was far enough, but here I am. Angel tried to fight him off but he was stronger than her, "You belong to me. Always and forever and you know that. I'm the only one you will ever belong to, now and always." His breath smelled of whiskey and his favorite minty candy which he loved to eat after smoking his tobacco. "I know what is on your mind, I can read your mind anytime, anywhere. Pray and hope all you wish but I will never die. I'm immortal." He said laughing hysterically.

Anna continued with a laugh. “Stop this pleasantries, Anna. I will put this heart back into June's chest cavity!” cried Alaric. “I already said I would kill him. I already mastered her body when she was little, I can do it again now!” threatened Anna. "You can't do it! Don't lie to me, Anna!" "Oh of course you can! Even if it's only for a moment, it's enough to make this body die, Alarick. As for me, I will be immortal. I will return to the sky, waiting for the other body, "Anna replied.

He scoffed. "Immortal?" She said slowly. "Yeah, we are, Mia and Blaze don't look like 37 and 40." He inhaled the nicotine. "Oh, that's cool." She said nothing else to add. She was happy for him because he can do whatever he wants, once she will die, he will find a second chance mate. "Jayla, no, baby, when I said that you are mine, I mean it." He chuckled. "When I will mark you here," he said pointing his collarbones, "you will be immortal and we will live and die together."

“Three weeks. You’ve been sleeping for three weeks since the venom needs time to work in your body. I am sorry, baby. If I have to make you one of us.” I smiled at him, and tiptoed to kiss his lips passionately. I pulled him closer next to me, and I felt like I was stronger and stronger because he let me do all the work. He kissed me back, and embraced me tightly. “Are we okay now? You are not mad at me because—” I put my hand on his mouth, “No…I’m not mad. I’m happy that my age stops, and I stop aging. That’s means….I will love for the rest of my life—my immortal life.”

Otherwise, what is the point of being an immortal if you can’t enjoy it? Maybe the humans I despise so much are better off than me. Enjoying life to the fullest every day because you never know which day is your last, now that was living. What I’m doing… it just isn’t. Each passing day is the same. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing really excites me anymore. I feel numb. It’s as if I am living in a world of black and white. So here I am immersing myself in the company of those I hate just to spice my life up, forever on the hunt for that bit of color. How very basic of me. Have I fallen so far?

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." It shook its head. "It's not like that." He initially responded to me. "Over time, a lot has changed, Alessia. I wanted to just go back to the Philippines. But a lot happened. I was given the chance to become immortal. That was a bit difficult on my part because if I choose to be immortal, I will give up my humanity. But I also agreed in the end because I had more important things to think about than myself. That's why I became immortal, two years ago." He told me a story.

I’d never felt so cold before, and that was including a Christmas spent in the hospital, watching over my mother. It’s funny, I suddenly realise. The first time I died, it was by ice, and the second time I died, it was by fire. Neither worked. Canus finally steps closer to me. ‘Favilla?’ I realise belatedly that I must have laughed aloud. ‘It’s not fair,’ I say, ‘how being an immortal heals everything away.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ Canus says. Favilla? Favilla? Aura? called a voice that I both recognised and didn’t. Oh, by Nox, the voice said, suddenly very close. Oh, I’m sorry, Aura. I’m so sorry.

My jaws close around Kate’s arm before she can cast another spell. The taste of her blood is wrong, ancient and poisoned, tainted by centuries of stolen power. She screams, trying to wrench away, but my wolf’s grip is iron. “You can’t kill me!” she shrieks, her free hand glowing with desperate magic. “I’m immortal! I’ve survived for centuries!” I shake her violently, the way a wolf shakes prey, and feel bones crack. *You’re not immortal,* my wolf snarls into her mind. *You’re just a parasite who’s been feeding for too long.*

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”