Naruto 1000 Years Of Death Novels & Stories

Kuzan is literally my uncle-years-old, isn’t he? “Hey, it’s really not that shocking, you know? High elves like Kuzan can live up to one thousand years. 50 years old is like in infant for elves.” “Then…” I added. “Doesn’t that mean they all wanted to kill Kuzan because he is an infant?”

Hikaru asked after spending some time in silence. “You mean at the time of death? 22 years old.” Silence hung in the air, ruined only by the soft thuds of monsters trying to make their way into the shield. “My owners never have a long life, so I do switch owners quite often.” The book admitted. Hikaru breathed deeply and closed his eyes. Was he prepared? To give his life to a girl he just met? Why did he feel this way in the first place? It did not make sense. Nothing made sense.

He asked raising an eyebrow. "Yes," I replied flatly. "Oh my God!" I clenched my fist. Okay, that name always rang too loudly in my ear when mentioned. "But not immediately..." "The next day? Or next? After a month?" He inquired, not minding that his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. "They aren't going to die anytime soon. Except when their souls get too weak with me. In summary, their lifespan gets shortened. Anyone fated to have a 70-year life and give up their soul at 30 would live just for 5 years more."

Heads rolled, organs were ripped apart. “What shall we do to defeat him?” a young girl from the white clan asked in terror. “We must wait three centuries! Three hundred years until the one from our race is born—our only hope to defeat that creature!” the old man said, his voice trembling. But he failed to notice Zumir was already behind him. By the time he realized it, a dagger had been thrust into his chest. The young girl didn’t escape either. Zumir’s razor-sharp claws tore apart her innards.

Now that he was married, it was expected that the next handover would be to his son and so, there was no need hiding himself anymore. “How is your research going, Noah. Any lead?” Aliyah asked. Noah was researching the existence of the Death tree and why it’s blood can change any human that drank it and also the fact that it has been in existence for ages but Nightwalkers only started existing two thousand years ago. However, with only over a hundred years ago since the last one appeared, he still has eight hundred and sixty something years to wait till the next one.

"100 years Corpse Puppet?" "Correct. The Corpse Puppet is the cruelest one in the Puppet-refining Technique, and it must be refined by a living human. A Corpse Puppet with 10 years' hatred was basically invincible in the Human World, not to mention one with 100-year-hatred. We also don't know why they appeared in our Falling-jade Glow recently."

Just like how I felt when my parents were ripped right out from under me. "Oh Nicolette. I don't think you're in the position to be calling me names. I think you're the one that's chained to the trees," he laughs. I growl and struggle some more. "I've been waiting for 500 years to kill you," he whispers right next my ear. He places the flat side of the knife on my neck and I let out a yelp.

“Do you want to die?” “Let me go,” Aliyah struggled. “Do you want to die!” he yelled. “Do you know what that was?” Aliyah glanced at the dead creature behind him. She sighed and glanced at him, “no.” “Exactly,” Edward spat, his eyes still glowing red. “That was a Nebuzar, and not just any but a thousand years Nebuzar which you have forcefully awoken from its hibernation. Not even your damned Alpha can kill a hundred years Nebuzar let to talk of a thousand. And you, a mere weak little wolf had dared to challenge it? Do you want to die?” He yelled.

Chase hesitated at this point. "But what? Whatever the cost, I can handle it!" Norm was utterly shocked upon hearing he could extend his life by 500 years. It was because when he was a martial god, his lifespan was only 300 years at most, and after advancing to major martial god, it would be 600 years at best. However, he knew his own aptitude and hidden injuries would probably prevent him from living that long. Now, hearing that he could eliminate hidden injuries and extend his life by 500 years, he was naturally ecstatic. Whatever the cost, he absolutely had to obtain these Thousand Years Longevity Pills. His tone became urgent, even breaking his usual composed demeanor.

No-no, it's not that. Scarlett huffed inwardly, suddenly relieved that he wasn't that old. "Oh, so lower than that? Still, it's commendable." Nicole stopped and corrected her, "Scarlett..." "Hmm?" "It's not lower. Guess you heard it wrong." "Huh!?" Scarlett stared at her, totally confused. "Brother ruled this pack for Nine hundred and Ninety years after his father was killed by his own brother for power... Nicholas is over a thousand years old," Nicole explained.