My Immortal Novels & Stories

and rolled over. But the throbbing in my brain prevented me from sleeping. Grumbling, I clenched my hands. I've gotten used to being utterly isolated from the rest of the world. I supposed I had my mum after all. Assuming she was still alive, that is. I had no prior knowledge of her. As I reflected about my uncle's first impression of me when we first met, I grinned sarcastically. It was Mr. Xander's way of telling me that I had been cursed. “As you have achieved adulthood, your aging process has come to an end. You are immortal.”

"What do you mean by real immortal? I mean I'm an immortal yet I can die." "Yes that's the difference, you as an immortal can die but he can't, so that makes him a real immortal. Immortality means you can't die and he can't." "How's that possible?" William asked. "When you left you came back differently, stronger and aggressive. Where ever you were changed you to this plus the dark magic." "Impressive," Daniel exclaimed. "First a Blood Mooner and now a real immortal. Haven't heard of that specie before." Jeremy being quiet all through stepped forward and said, "I have. I've learnt about it."

The most powerful immortals but, they died just to provide what their love desires. “So this is how you wanted to end your love?” the red flame fairy asked but the couple won’t be able to answer anymore. “Nooooo!” The fairy quietly watched as the girl mourned on her parent’s death. Hugging the red clothes they used to wear as they turned into ashes, Latina started to feel scared. She tried to kill herself many times, her blood filled the cracks inside the cave yet, she remained alive. That was the time when she realized, the blood within her was once her parents’. Lonely and hopeless, she curled her body and closed her eyes. Latina chose to sleep for life than to be alone and awake in the da

He is half-naked with muscles covering most of his body, working down his thick arms and stomach like valleys carved from stone. I swallow thickly, embarrassed at myself for sweating when it’s not even warm outside. “And who are you? My mother?” There is a smile in his voice. I roll my eyes. “Whatever... Die from lung cancer then, the choice is yours,” Amusement flash in his gaze. “I’m immortal,” “Right,” I feel incredibly dumb. Ariel chuckles, and I shiver in response to hearing his voice without meaning to. “I guess it’s easy forgetting. You are only human,”

'' Lyra i can save you , i can even if your body is no more i can still bring you back by summoning your soul and transfer it onto someone else's body '' he said to her whispering in her ear . '' I will try everything no matter what it takes '' he said to her . Then he closed the coffin and went back to research about wasteland again . According to wasteland , whoever stays there can gain supernatural powers and there was some records of the philosophers stone and elixir of life which can give eternal youth and life . Later after two days , it's finally full moon . Arthur was waiting for that night . He went out into the evening waiting for full moon by the side of the lake .

"We need to find a way to become immortal." I tell my family the next morning. "All of us. Together. So I'm never alone. So I never choose the Absolute." Luna looks worried. "Immortality isn't a gift, Mom. It's a curse. Living forever. Watching everything change. Everyone you love dying anyway because immortality never extends to everyone." "Then we make it extend to everyone." I stand. Determined. "We find a way. We research. We experiment. We don't give up."

I am going to get my revenge. Like it was yesterday, images of us dancing under the moonlight on the deck passes across my mind, eliciting a stab of pain. I blink back the burn in my eyes, shucking the furnitures around harder than I intended. I guess this is one of the perks of being immortal. Crazy strength. It also came with a side of alienation.

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."

Then he laughed. A deep, echoing sound that shook the air. “Afraid?” He leaned closer to her. “Child… I created fear.” Seraphine didn’t step back. “Then why are we still alive?” That question lingered in the air. The First Immortal’s smile softened slightly. “Because you are valuable.” The immortal’s voice turned deadly. “You mean useful.” “Yes.” The First Immortal straightened. “You see, I’ve spent millions of years controlling fate.” He gestured toward the throne again.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.