Novel & Cerita My Immortal Meaning

Magical. "Technically, you didn't die. I mean, in a human sense, you did, but to us, immortals, you didn't.” “What?” her eyes turned cold. “Did I just hear you say we are immortals? You are immortal?” she laughed so hard that it ached her chest to even gasp for a little air.

"Why? Are you frightened? You are twelve years old and by the next full moon, you will have your Wolf. You are my son and Alpha blood runs through your veins, you should be scared of nothing and no one, do you understand?" Marco nodded and followed his father back to the car. He sat next to him on the passenger's seat, brooding over what he had heard his father say. Beta Leon was driving the car. He said nothing also. After a minute of silence, he finally asked the question that was eating away in his mind. "Father, what is immortality?" He asked innocently. His father turned to look at him and smiled wryly. "Immortality is the greatest power an Alpha king can possess. Don't you forget that.

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.

I'm not interested in that but I just asked. Grandfather shook his head. "The king does not age even in the mortal world he will live forever. But we who became immortal because of his blood cannot do that." He answered me. I blinked. Does that mean I will get old when I return to the Philippines? Probably, I was immortal, but that was because of Elijah's blood. I was turned into a human after rebirth but I reversed back again into being an immortal. "Grandpa, do you know that I have returned to immortality?" I asked him again. I don't know if he knows or not.

So many people, So many lives and yet I’m still searching for just one. Just one soul that refuses to be found! Maybe I’ll find her tomorrow….. Or the next day…. Or the next fucking decade! Or maybe I already fucking missed her again but if she was dead I would know! I should know! Sadness and grief fills me again as the thought of never getting to see her settles heavier than it should. A WEEK LATER……. I guess being immortal doesn’t automatically mean I have to be jobless. Contrary to whatever myth humans like to believe, eternity isn’t spent brooding in castles or lurking in shadows doing nothing.

She was betrayed by the man she loved. He intended to use the woman he hated. Lorraine Silvius thought losing her sight was the cruelest thing fate could give her, until she discovered the person she trusted most had been lying to her all along. Determined to uncover the secrets surrounding her mother’s death, she enters the territory of Alexavian Lancaster—the immortal Alpha of the Crimson Pack. A man who has spent centuries despising witches. Bound by secrets, old hatred, and a dangerous attraction neither of them expected, Lorraine and Alexavian must uncover the lies buried beneath centuries of betrayal. Because the closer they get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tel

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.