Name Meaning Immortal Novels & Stories

I’m not sure how much begging is required to persuade an Immortal Sin, but I’m willing to fall to my battered knee and plead with him to not only spare my life, but return me to my home, where another fireplace lies in wait for my freezing form. "You'll get torn to shreds for being a mortal,” he notes, face drawn. "You're better off jumping off the cliff and hoping Death will accept you again." He's not going to help me. I need to reason with him, make him realise I'm a person, that I'm real and standing in front of him needing help. "My name is Vaela...I can't risk dying." He’s silent, as his gaze sweeps over me again. My entire body tenses as a result, as if he can see under my clothes, un

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

" Well, for starters, Do you know what Palast der toten Seelen means?" I shook my head and said, "But I think Palast is a palace." "It is. You are correct. It means the palace of the dead souls. King Jameson was the reason the palace was given that name. His cousin killed him. Also, Only the king, his queen, and his two sons are immortal; the rest can be killed by severing their backbone from their bodies. But a Lycan is three times as strong as a wolf. So what do you think of my teachings?"

“I’ll believe you. Whatever it is, I’ll believe you.” He looked up into her eyes, and he finally seemed to believe her. He looked back down at the water for a very long time, until once again, he was ready to talk. “I am an Immortalist. I come from a family of Immortalists. We have been alive for nearly two thousand years. Our name, though, is deceptive: we are not immortal. None of us. Our life span is finite. Two thousand years, exactly. In fact, as fate would have it, we have only weeks left to live.”

“You will be okay Liss.” Lisa put her hand on top of Pix’s and smiled, grateful for her friend’s presence. The two had been inseparable ever since they had woken up together as fledgling reapers in the sanctuary. Pix’s name was actually Alarriel but everyone called her by the nickname. Pix was dainty, with red hair, fair skin, and a cute innocent-looking face. She had lustrous gossamer wings that displayed a kaleidoscope of colors whenever she was in the sun. Her diminutive size and peculiar wings made the nickname Lisa had come up with stick. “Get up, let’s see how you look.”

Sophia’s heart skipped a beat as she listened, feeling a sudden rush of emotions. Jason, who had been watching with an amused smirk, nodded approvingly. “Strong names,” he commented. Julian smiled before continuing, his voice filled with significance. “Neo means ‘new’ or ‘gift.’ It represents a fresh start, a new beginning—not just for him but for all of us. He is a reminder that life can always change, that we can start over.” The room remained silent as everyone absorbed his words. Even Emma, standing at the back with her hands clasped, had tears in her eyes.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

She loved it all — the good, the wicked, the broken — until it couldn’t help but love her back. And that’s how legends are born. I close the book. The ink is still wet. Outside, thunder rolls over Ashwyck, and five shadows move across the balcony — eternal, untouchable, alive. The Immortals. The Keepers of the Damned. The Five who rebuilt the world. And her name — Isadora — is the one they’ll whisper for centuries to come.

"What does it mean?" "Nurnal Isht Afik?" "Yes." "It was the first of the immortal's titles," she answered. "It is my people's words for the one blessed by blood." "And your people?" "What about them?" "You said you are risking your way of life by saving me," he reminded her. "What did you mean by that?" The woman sighed. "Your realm knows nothing of where we are. And there is a reason for that. We are cautious. Bringing you here... you and your priestess, we risk exposure."

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