Necropolis-immortal Novels & Stories

“I can sense a terrifying presence inside.” Andrius was shocked as Cedric was a late-stage Aureate Immortal who stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm. Even though his immortal body was destroyed and only his soul remained, he retained the strength of a late-stage Primal Immortal and was one of the top experts. Hence, for him to be terrified of a presence… What kind of existence could it be? Andrius took a deep breath, his expression becoming solemn. After mentally preparing himself, Andrius cautiously approached with his hands wrapped in immortal essence and slowly pushed open the gate.

“And I know I die for a worthy cause. I will give you Yonah’s weakness.” “How does killing you give me his weakness?” “All High Immortals leave behind an Echo when they die,” Kohina began to explain. “For lesser beings, it is little more than a remnant of spirit. But for High Immortals, an Echo is far greater than that. It bears half their power and abilities. It is also the immortal trace they carry within their living bodies. When Yonah planned to descend to Earthland, he did not wish to be found, not even by the Shining Keeper. Back when he and I were lovers, he ripped his Echo from himself and passed it to me while we mated.”

Slowly, the abyss began to crumble and Lady Noelle pulled my hand. The Immortals say these creatures are born from mortals’ negative energy," the woman said. "Negative emotions give shape. Resentment, grief, rage. When mortals are consumed by hopelessness, their souls fracture, and from that fracture, these creatures crawl. They linger in forgotten roads, near battlefields, in places where screams outnumber laughter." The air grew cold as she spoke, as if the shadows themselves had drawn closer. Alpha Nicholas looked down at I again. His face was calm. His lips curled into the faintest smile, as if he dreamed of something pleasant. She truly envied him sleeping soundly like that.

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good a

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

So he waited until they entered and then took a running start, jumped catching the top bar of the iron fence that was ten feet up and vaulted over it landing in a crouch. His eyes scanned and he saw movement of two figures to his right. That wasn’t all he saw. He stood and his jaw clenched. They were in a fucking graveyard. He thought vampires couldn’t walk in graveyards, but then again he had met a giant who managed to find a way to shrink himself, so stranger things had happened. The fact they were in a graveyard was concerning to him actually. They were dealing with an item that belonged to Hel, and she was a goddess of the underworld. Or part goddess and he’d been at this too long to no

I took the chance and jumped around it, heading for Nathan. He grimaced, side-stepping back in an attempt to maintain the distance between us. "Why?" I screamed at him. "Why would you kill your own kind?" He sneered. "A child like you could never understand. The world has changed. We've been hunted since the first Necromancer discovered his power. First by the normals, then the Witches. We've always had someone out to get us. The Witches were just better at killing us than the rest." I pulled at more of my talent, gathering it into my hand like I had back in the warehouse. "Then why the hell are you helping them?"

“Y-You can’t die! Not like this!” “I-It’s over now, Mallory. You’re the one who brought yourself into this m-mess.” Madison said weakly. Farkas came to her to help her to stand up. “T-The battle between immortals has ended. I-It started with you, and will only e-end with you.” Mallory turned to ashes and perished. Just like that, her evilness ended. The superiors won and lived in a safe environment after the inferior leader died.

The most powerful immortals but, they died just to provide what their love desires. “So this is how you wanted to end your love?” the red flame fairy asked but the couple won’t be able to answer anymore. “Nooooo!” The fairy quietly watched as the girl mourned on her parent’s death. Hugging the red clothes they used to wear as they turned into ashes, Latina started to feel scared. She tried to kill herself many times, her blood filled the cracks inside the cave yet, she remained alive. That was the time when she realized, the blood within her was once her parents’. Lonely and hopeless, she curled her body and closed her eyes. Latina chose to sleep for life than to be alone and awake in the da

Imara sat on the edge of the garden pool with her feet in the water. Her lips were swollen and chapped from the unending stream of tears. She inhaled deeply and smiled as the warm wind blew through her hair and eased the ache in her heart for just a second. Dying isn’t what you think it is. For supernaturals, death is a rebirth. Whether it’s on Earth or in the Realm, life goes on. When Imara died, her soul tried to enter the Realm only to be ripped out of its warm embrace by the cold, evil hands of the curse. Knowing what awaits her there made the cruel reality she was living in all that much worse.