My Immortal の小説・ストーリー

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.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are we touchy about our age?” He chuckled. “Hardly, though I don’t want you to use it against me like I said.” Honestly he had a feeling that her being a mortal creature was going to think it impossible once more hearing his age. He carried what was known as the immortal gene. Until he received enough damage, or something powerful enough to kill him he would not die. He would not pass to natural aging or sickness. Others of his kind would age but slowly. They were a very long lived race.

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.

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 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?"

YOU HOLD NO POWER OVER ME ANYMORE SELENE I HAVE MOVED ON TO GREATER THINGS "" Is this really coming from my body? this voice and energy is resonating from me {{ Raymus you fool! there is no being out there more powerful than me and for your foolishness you shall be obliterated from existance }} "" IMPOSSIBLE! I AM AN IMMORTAL SOUL I CAN NOT DIE ""

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

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.

“You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long before you die. Tell me, Drogo… you miss being immortal, don’t you?” My jaw ticks. “If you were still immortal, that poison would have no effect on you,” he says. “You’re wrong," I counter. "I don’t miss being immortal. Not with the price that came with it.” My breathing steadies after healing enough. “Those periods of time were replays of what your father did to me. They broke me every day until the goddess sent me mercy.” “I heard you cursed the moon goddess every night. And now you are taking her side?” he asks.