Novel & Cerita My Immortal Meaning

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

An immortal. I’ve learnt how to decider an immortal from a mortal. It’s rather easy, to be honest. Because an immortal is the most foreign looking person you will ever see. And the man staring back at me, eyes as blank as a slate, is an immortal. I would bet my own life on it.

He was just looking at me and talking as if he was talking to someone who was on the same level as him. “They said, I must die. That’s why we are being chased, right? Everyone wants me to die, and Mom couldn’t let that happen that’s why they have to fight for me. But they are hurt because of me.” “Everyone in the wild thought that you are an immortal baby, and an immortal baby is a threat to everyone. But you are not. They don’t know that you are not,” said uncle. “Then, why don’t we tell them? Let’s tell them that I am not. Maybe I can talk to them.” I stood up.

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

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

Immortality: The ability to live forever; eternal life. Nero Tessa had been staying with me for almost a week now and she told me that she had been seeing Rigel snooping around the building a couple of times. Though he didn't confront her again but still, she was annoyed by the fact that the man was messing with her view.

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me. "What's wrong, cea mai draga mea?" "Simion what does cea mai draga mea means?" He smiles in such a sexy way. "It means my dearest one." I'll have to admit that it sound sexier in Romanian. He came over to me stroking my cheek. "Again, cea mai draga mea. What's wrong?" "It's my back. I understand the mark on my neck, but why is there a new mark on my back?"