Name Meaning Immortal Novels & Stories

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

Caspian pondered. "Yes, there is no sect, no door, and no gate. It is called the Immortal Montgomery, and our new force is called Immortal Montgomery." Xander Faris added, " Immortal Montgomery is headed by you, Caspian. We cultivate the Immortal, and we have an aura of injustice on the Immortal Road, so this name is most suitable." Caspian originally thought that it would not be good if his surname was deliberately shown in this name. However, since his companions agreed, and Caspian himself was not a person who was bound by these trivial things, he would not deliberately hide the part of his personality.

(IMMORTAL) “MY TWELVE GUARDIANS AND HOLDER OF THE GODS AND GODDESS. ME WHO IS THEIR PLEDGE MAIDEN AND THE BLESSED DAUGHTER OF THE HEAVENS. WE WILL NOT GET OLD, EVEN IF THE YEARS WILL PASS BY. OUR AGE WILL STOP AT EIGHTEEN FOR OUR LINE IS IMMORTAL, SO THAT WE CAN PROTECT THIS WORLD.” “Immortal.” Whispering the word more than once and many times within the day, she excitedly prepares everything that she needed as her isolation and lies of being dead is what everyone knows about her, and that very word is the title she is now holding.

After regaining his composure, Severin swiftly grabbed the two true immortals who had spoken earlier and asked in surprise, "Gentlemen, this Hartberg Mutwalden that you speak of… Has he ever been given the nickname 'Old Wacko'?" The true immortal was initially displeased when Severin grabbed him out of nowhere, but he quickly calmed himself down upon sensing the faint aura of a royal celestial emanating from Severin. He replied calmly, "Yes. He does go by that sometimes."

"Why? Are you frightened? You are twelve years old and by the next full moon, you will have your Wolf. You are my son and Alpha blood runs through your veins, you should be scared of nothing and no one, do you understand?" Marco nodded and followed his father back to the car. He sat next to him on the passenger's seat, brooding over what he had heard his father say. Beta Leon was driving the car. He said nothing also. After a minute of silence, he finally asked the question that was eating away in his mind. "Father, what is immortality?" He asked innocently. His father turned to look at him and smiled wryly. "Immortality is the greatest power an Alpha king can possess. Don't you forget that.

“I was thinking of them on the way here.” Zen says, in a way that sounds a little like protest “It hasn’t been that long, My Lady.” “Out with it then.” I give him a look “You’ve already decided on the names, haven’t you?” The way he’s pointedly avoiding my eyes tells me I hit the nail on the head. “Letum and Interitus.” Some part of my brain instinctively knows what the words translate to. Death and Destruction. Really, he chose the most basic names with in fancy words. I shake my head slightly with a smile.

"Not always moving, changing identities, living alone. It's like I've been in a box for the last century." "Well, we do have to move and change identities now and then. The perils of being an immortal. But we have things set up so we can mostly bounce back and forth between the pack here, the one in Wisconsin and the one in Canada. That's why we always keep our last name, just changing around the first and middle ones. So we always know we belong." "That's so cool." I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder.

“You think naming them makes you the hero?” Damien sat back on the sofa, scrolling through his iPad gently. The soft city lights spilled through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. “I didn’t name them to be heroes,” he said quietly. “I named them because someone needed to love them first.” Katherina sat across from him, her fingers wrapped around a mug, her eyes fixed on the babies. Her voice was small, hesitant. “What… what did you name them?” “Isabella and Mirabella,” Damien said softly, looking at her. “Isabella means ‘devoted to God,’ and Mirabella means ‘wonderful’ or ‘of wondrous beauty.’ Strong names. Names they can grow into.”