Novel & Cerita My Immortal Meaning

I had later figured out that he was the president's son after I saw some ladies talking about him. I suddenly wanted to ask something, but hesitated. "You want to say something?" Drake asked, noticing my pause. "The Immortal," I declared, my voice firm. "What about him?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "If someone is an immortal, it does mean they can't die, even if it takes a thousand years," I explained, my tone serious. "Please, when he appears next, ignore him, don't fight him," I urged, speaking with deep concern. Drake's expression changed, and he declared, "You should be supporting a Whitewater who's willing to liberate all Whitewaters from slavery."

Chapter 68: Godly Treasure. "So despicable," Ryan mumbled. "What is an immortal?" KuLaa asked. She already had an idea but preferred to get more explanation from Madam Su. She believed that Madam Su knew more than the texts she had read. In fact, most of what she had read and what Madam Su was saying were conflicting. "Immortal is a level of cultivation. Humans cultivate to become immortals and Immortals cultivate to become gods. Both immortals and Gods can't die of natural causes. Someone stronger than them is the only thing that can kill them."

“Yes, I did say that.” Sin intertwines our hands, and leads me closer to the horses. “Today, I will show the entire Kingdom to you.” “It was about damn time.” I speak, playfully, pulling a chuckle out of my King. “Okay, you are still feisty. I see.” “Oh, come on, you will die from boredom without my attitude.” “But I am immortal. I cannot die.” That makes the smile on my face wash off. Realization seeps into me. I am married to an immortal. I am mortal. I’ll die, and he’ll still live.

Every day feels like a monotonous existence as I wander aimlessly through the world, disconnected from the joys and passions that once defined me. Nothing can hurt me, and no one can kill me. I am an empty vessel, devoid of emotions and desires. The absence of pain or death has stripped away any sense of urgency or meaning from my existence. I am trapped in an eternal cycle of emptiness, forever longing for the spark of life that once consumed me. Some might take it as a gift to be immortal, but for me, it's a curse. A curse that I want to get rid of. Every day feels like an endless void as I yearn for the fleeting moments of happiness and purpose that used to fill my days. The weight of imm

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.

I suddenly wondered how far that ability could carry him. How many things can he do? “Can you take the face of others?” “No.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that. There are rules. A balance to everything.” I silently slumped down to sit on the foot of the bed. Willing to hear him out. “We’re far outnumbered and every year more of us die.” “I thought you were immortal?” “Immortal in the sense that we do not age, don’t catch disease. We don’t die as other things do.” He paused as he studied a particular crevice on the bit of wood. “But we can still be murdered in the ways anyone can be.”

I shift in the chair, trying my best to calm down and let him talk. "Like you, she is..." he stops as I hang on his every word, "immortal." I only hear one word."Immortal," I repeat. "Like, she can't be killed?" He chuckles under his breath as if I said something funny. "Well, there are a couple of ways we, as immortals, can die, but essentially, yes." "Hang on, you said, 'we' so that means," I pause, taking in what he just said, "I am too?"

he asked. I nodded in curiosuly, "It's because I am a true blood, and I am immortal. Over the years, I have trained to become powerful. No one can defeat me," he said. "You're immortal?" I asked, I never heard of immortality. Most the wolves die in war or in other fatal conditions. "Yes, I am," he nodded. "You're my mate and you would be immortal too," he said which took me in surprised. "How could that be possible?" I asked.

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."

From the word Immortal, that means a mortal is rebelling against the passage of time. You will train the laws of time. "Tit!" "This..." "Immortal" "Tit!" ~Mission has been unlocked~ 1. Survive: Time limit: 10 days "Tit! ~Punishment has been unlocked~ 1. Death "This..." Afar from the jungle a cute animal appeared. "Butt! He saw someone looked like Butt! Yet he was small! "Haha! I saw an animal! I'm lucky!" This small bat called. "Butt! It's me!" Luis Park called.