My Immortal Novels & Stories

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

Shock couldn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. My mind raced and I felt like I was just looping around in my head. All my thoughts were jumbled. Putting together everything that they were doing to me, it didn’t make any sense. They healed me, made me stronger, continued to experiment on me but it had done nothing but really build me up. “Why…why would you even bother doing that to me?” Hector seemed to have the same swirling confusion. “Honestly, immortality is lonely. It was a gamble, sure, but now you two have each other for forever. Aren’t I nice? You call me a monster but here I am, saving your love life and an impending doom of the death of your mate.”

Chapter 68: Godly Treasure. "So despicable," Ryan mumbled. "What is an immortal?" KuLaa asked. She already had an idea but preferred to get more explanation from Madam Su. She believed that Madam Su knew more than the texts she had read. In fact, most of what she had read and what Madam Su was saying were conflicting. "Immortal is a level of cultivation. Humans cultivate to become immortals and Immortals cultivate to become gods. Both immortals and Gods can't die of natural causes. Someone stronger than them is the only thing that can kill them."

“I won’t let him do anything to you.” “What are you going to do?” she asks. “How are you going to stop him?” I narrow my eyes at her. “I’m trying very hard not to be offended right now. He’s just an Alpha, and I captured him.” “He's not just an Alpha. He is my..." she can't bring herself to actually say it. "He is an immortal Alpha.” “Immortal doesn’t mean unkillable.” “How?” she asks, and finally sinks to her knees, driving her little fists hard into the floor, cracking her knuckles and splitting the skin open. “How could he do this to me?”

~Vaela My entire existence feels off its axis as I slowly come to consciousness. I feel different. Better. Sitting up, I look down at my skin, knowing I’m immortal again. A smile slowly stretches across my face. It worked, or at least, I’m alive. I’m in a small, unfamiliar room. The walls are stained a dark crimson, looking nothing like how I remember when I first came into Death’s realm. This doesn't feel right, but at least I'm Immortal.