Romans & histoires Necropolis-immortal

“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