Novel & Cerita My Immortal

Belinda had to shake him a bit to bring him back to the present. " My love, are you alright?" " Yes dear," " You seem so troubled dear, what could be the problem," Maya asked gently rubbing his shoulders. " It's finally here, my tickets to immortality," " What! How? Where did you get that?" Maya asked confused as she picked the bottle to examine it's contents, she couldn't tell what it was . " Just a drop of that will make me immortal. Maya, are you sure you want me to be immortal? You fell in love with a mortal being,"

I grabbed him pulling him toward me. "No you can't do this to me," I sobbed as his lifeless eyes looked up at me. I rested my head on his chest overcome by my sorrow. I hadn't realized how much I had grown to care for him. Zavier cheered a sadistic cheer, a joyful celebration to him. I watched as a glowing light entered my body and I knew Van had done what he said, given me immortality but it was a cursed immortal life without him. I felt rage pounding inside me as I stood facing Zavier. "You killed him!"

I was just stunned by the absence as I recalled my beautiful dream. What is beauty in immortality?

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

a voice said beside me, just as I closed my eyes to lock onto Scott’s location. “No,” I replied, not even bothering to look. “Please. I want to be with you. Let me carry the burden.” I opened my eyes and stared straight into his. He meant it—but he was lying too. You see, being immortal comes with perks. I could read people’s eyes, even when their expressions lied. I could see through their soul. And right now, I saw both sincerity and deceit behind his. “If you insist,” I said, reaching out my hand. “Then stop dawdling and take it.”

“Yes, I did say that.” Sin intertwines our hands, and leads me closer to the horses. “Today, I will show the entire Kingdom to you.” “It was about damn time.” I speak, playfully, pulling a chuckle out of my King. “Okay, you are still feisty. I see.” “Oh, come on, you will die from boredom without my attitude.” “But I am immortal. I cannot die.” That makes the smile on my face wash off. Realization seeps into me. I am married to an immortal. I am mortal. I’ll die, and he’ll still live.

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

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.

I control them all to some degree. Kai and I were born as necromancers, an ability that used to have to be mastered and earned. Dad had to learn how to become a necromancer. He died and had to bring himself back to life. I’m glad I got to skip that part. I was born with all the necromancer's abilities, such as controlling death, talking to spirits, and immortality. That’s why eighteen feels like a blimp to me. A moment in time that I will forever have. I won’t age past eighteen. This is the end of the line for me regarding aging. I’ve always been immortal, but I stop aging now. I’m technically a year younger than my mom, who has been stuck at the age of nineteen since she became my dad’s fam