My Immortal Novels & Stories

So how did I become immortal again? "I-I don't know when I became immortal. I knew for myself that I was human when we landed on Wysteria." I promised Sudanni it was confusing. My situation just got worse. "You were already an immortal when you came to La Krispana. But did you notice any changes in your body before you went to Callora Grande?" Sudanni asked me, I can tell that he also doesn't know when I became immortal. Change? I thought about the change that happened to my body and I couldn't think of anything. Nothing has changed in my body—except the color of my eyes!

I'm not interested in that but I just asked. Grandfather shook his head. "The king does not age even in the mortal world he will live forever. But we who became immortal because of his blood cannot do that." He answered me. I blinked. Does that mean I will get old when I return to the Philippines? Probably, I was immortal, but that was because of Elijah's blood. I was turned into a human after rebirth but I reversed back again into being an immortal. "Grandpa, do you know that I have returned to immortality?" I asked him again. I don't know if he knows or not.

Dante said that I wouldn't do something that I shouldn't because it would be a really poor way to repay my mother - and I do agree with him . Its just that - I don't have any focal point to centre my life at , he had me and he made it through but what did I have ? How will I make it through without her ? No , she was going to make it out alive of this . Bella was a damn near good fighter and if she could cause enough havoc in my reins and go against me like a queen - she could walk it out of the death 's doors as well . She wouldn't give up on us - I wouldn't let her give up.

I reached for it knowing that if it didn't work the recoil could very well send me hurtling over the edge of the elimination platform, which is where I'd lured the idiot. But it was a risk I was willing to take. Besides, she was standing between me and the platform so she'd most likely be the one going over the edge first. As I raised my arm to slam the sphere into the invisible shield there was another shift in the air. This time everything became static and even the trees seemed to come alive. The mirage I'd created disappeared and suddenly we were standing in the place where no one ever ventured unless they were coming here to die. It's the only place where an immortal can truly die. Some

"Impossible. You had nothing left. I felt it. You were empty." "I am never empty." I pushed myself up. Swayed. Steadied. "Not while I have something to fight for." She snarled. Lunged. Faster than someone so injured should move. I dodged. Barely. Felt her nails rake across my arm. Felt blood well up hot and fast. But I was on my feet now. Moving. And movement meant options. Meant I was not helpless. Morwen circled me. Predator sizing up prey. "You cannot win. Cannot kill me. I told you. I am immortal. Eternal. Beyond death."

I would have flipped my shit if he told me when I first came with him. “When I became a necromancer, I had to die, and when I brought myself back to life, I came back immortal. When you became my familiar, you also became immortal.” My eyes go wide. Okay, that’s not something I saw coming. “I know it feels overwhelming, and I should have warned you beforehand, but you were already so overwhelmed I didn’t want to push you over the edge. I know the idea of forever is intimidating. We can give up our immortality at any time and die of old age. Just remember you can still die, Ari. Immortal doesn't mean indestructible. I have to stay immortal for a bit to make sure our kids and grandkids are set

That’s when it hit me that one day I would bury my mom, but it could be thousands of years before I died, if I ever died. He looked at me. “It no longer pains me, it did, and then one day I moved on. It is something you learn to live with as an immortal.” He reached over and wiped a tear from my cheek, a tear I’d not known I’d let slip. “It will hopefully be many years still before you have to face such with your mortal mother, but you have time to prepare yourself. Immortals never know if they will live thousands of years or a short 50 or 60 years, there is no way to prepare for that.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Save your tears for when they are needed. You should have full control o

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.

Even so, I could neither wake up nor save myself. I had been buried in a grave of my mother’s memories in the middle of nowhere. Some of them were so horrifying, for a second I thought I was losing my mind. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t understand. I was suffocating, but I knew that even death wouldn’t come to save me here. It was at that moment; I realized how an immortal actually felt. They didn’t fear death; they feared it might never come for them and their suffering would never end.

I remain with my back pressed against the fridge, not desiring to go anywhere that is outside of his proximity. I swallow audibly. "I'm just asking..." "I'm immortal, and you're mortal," he reminds me, as if he senses I’m in a trance and wants to draw me out of it before I do something I will regret. "I'm also a Sin, and you're not."