Novel & Cerita My Immortal Meaning

“Wow. You look good for your age.” “I moisturise,” I replied dryly. That earned me an amused little giggle. “So how does it work? This whole immortality thing?” I shrugged. “You don’t age and you don’t die…but you can be killed, so don’t go thinking you’re invincible now.” “Yes, but…you were born weren’t you? You were a baby…how do you go from an infant to an adult immortal...being?” I sighed and sat upright, turning sideways in my chair so I could look at her. “It’s complicated.”

"Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?" "Yeah, the whole overlapping generations thing takes some getting used to, I guess. Mostly we just say cousin and ignore the details." "All these years I never knew there were immortals who lived like this," I told him. "Not always moving, changing identities, living alone. It's like I've been in a box for the last century."

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

My hands kept shaking uncontrollably. “You are killing yourself,” Draven told him. I tried to pull away from the healers. "Stop this." “I’m immortal,” I protested feebly. "I cannot die from this." “No, but you can be miserable forever,” he retorted. "Immortality does not mean invulnerability. It simply means you can break without dying. Hurt without the mercy of death stopping it.” I knew he was right. With my body screaming for me to stop. But I could not. Not while I had known that wolves were dying. Not when I was able to save them.

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.

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good and not for the bad. I also believed that you would use your best judgement to use the

I asked hesitantly. “A mortal wouldn’t understand what it means when immortality genes don’t activate in an immortal. Normal life?” Claude scoffed. “That concept is not just foreign to us. It’s absurd. It’s forbidden for an immortal to even think about death.” “Why?” I asked. “With a weak blood, death won’t just cross our minds — we’ll witness it, and eventually, we might yearn for it,” Vish murmured, her words hanging heavy in the air. “And craving death... that’s the darkest curse an immortal can inflict upon themselves. An endless curse.”