My Immortal Novels & Stories

“You took his immortality.” Forever had an expiry date.

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

“You are strong, far stronger than all the cupbearers that came before you. And you are special.” I hang onto his words, needing the consolation, needing them to be true. I don’t want to die, the concept of death is a myth to me. If it’s not by a duel, there is no way an immortal like me should drop dead. The idea that I could drop any second without ever even knowing what’s wrong with me is terrifying. “Neem.” Prince Ismir’s voice is firm, commanding my attention. “Listen to me. I will never let anything hurt you.” He says.

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.

“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.”

He says and I understand where he’s coming from so I just nod lightly. However, sooner or later, people will find out. Nothing ever hides in the sun. “I still have to learn how to unlock my powers.” I say. “How do we do that?” Damon asks. “I have no idea.” I tell him. “It would make you immortal wouldn’t it? Your powers.“ Damon asks and my heart suddenly beats faster. I hadn’t considered the fact that unlocking my god powers would make me immortal. Immortality means you never die. I’ll be cursed to roam this earth alone and watch all those who I care about grow old and die. Including Damon.

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

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

"The Immortals, one day, I will slaughter all of you and kill you until no one in the universe dares to claim to be an immortal. I, Chu Xun, swear!" ...