Novel & Cerita Naruto Immortal God Fanfiction

He stepped through the void and made a gesture, prompting the external clone 'Baldwin' to transform into a black mist that pierced through the entire world's rules and merged into his body. At that moment, the aura emanating from the Ancestora's body soared steadily, crossing the threshold of half-immortality and finally reaching true immortality. He loosened his neck and gazed at the rules of heaven and earth before him with a grin. With a mere thought, he witnessed the black soil beneath his feet rapidly losing color, transforming into potent black energy that flowed back into his body.

This hut is covered by a large tree whose roots will eventually grow. She immediately ran to the hut. She quickly knocked and looked around to make sure no one had followed her. "Hello?! Is there anyone in there?!" She knocked on the door and she turned around again. She saw no other creatures there but huge trees and a dark atmosphere. She also had seeing eyes that she was sure were from wild wolves that did not approach immortals. She heard the door creak and it opened and she saw an old man in a black cloak with a long white beard. The wrinkled skin is visible on its face. The sorcerer was the only immortal who grew old because of his exit from Wysteria.

Something inside her warmed up, chasing out old shadows. She turned, and there he was—arms wide open. She leaned in, pressing her face to his neck, the jade tablet wedged awkwardly between them. He held her close, gentle, the way he always did. Somehow, with him, the worst things got softer. Like a river, smoothing stones over time. “What now?” His voice rumbled against her hair. She hesitated a second. The sect was waiting. Yijun was almost done with exile. They had ideas that finally started to matter. For once, it looked like things might work out.

“Precisely like the grim reaper, only more dangerous and hateful,” He said. “Damn, that was a lot. Wait, how do you know all these?” She eyed him, “and if my memories serve me right, Az is a god.” “Only after he ascended to godhood.” He shrugged, like it was the plainest truth out there, “Also, we immortals have the best information network,” he said proudly, “I don't think there's any race that beats it.” His voice was smug.

His long wait had ended here; Long Chen had broken the immortal god’s streak of consecutive victories. "Son! I won’t lecture you or nag you like a demon god; I’ll just give you one piece of advice. You have everything—nothing is lacking in you—so I hope you never give up, even if you end up in despair. And… never regret what you do!" The immortal god’s final words made Long Chen’s heart race a little. He didn’t know what it meant, but Long Chen hoped it wasn’t something bad for him. As the immortal god vanished, a brush floated before Long Chen, and the brush emitted an aura similar to that of the immortal god.

My Uncle Tristan says as he narrows his eyes, while he lets go of my Aunt Lyra moving to the edge of the circle just like my Uncle Bishop’s wolf, who was just waiting for his chance to get inside it and rip Tyler to pieces. “Well dear brother, I’m an immortal just like yourself, and not even death can hold me forever.” Tyler tells him with a smirk on his face, as my Uncle Bishop’s wolf leaves out a growl, knowing that he holds the power within him to eliminate a God, thinking he could easily do the same to an immortal.

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.

Or else I would've been finished by those seeming-to-never-end combos… But thanks to those combos, Night Fury dropped her blade. I hurriedly took it and gripped it firmly so that she wouldn't have the chance to get her sword anymore. "My master sure is a stubborn person~" She told me. "Aren't you the same…" "Because I am your servant~" She told me as if it was the most natural thing to do. Yes… keep talking. Be chatty. I just need to stall you for as long as possible. If Persia and the others were teleported… I believe they should be asking for help by now— as long as there aren't any more magic interference and electromagnetic pulse.

“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—”

he asked. “As god of immortals, you have the power to turn an immortal into mortal and mortal to immortal,” he said. I smiled. That is so nice. If I had that power, I would turn a god mortal, banish him or her to the mortal realm and turn him or her immortal there. Now the person has the greatest punishment in life because he would be an immortal in a mortal world. He lives forever, gets frustrated, gets mad at the world. I can’t imagine it. “Those are very nice. I am almost jealous,” Brandon said, and we all chuckled.