Necropolis-immortal Novels & Stories

Seven corpse puppets had descended upon the sacred land, claiming the lives of two half-immortals. Adrian had consolidated his attainment after years and years of being a half-immortal. Naturally, he drew significant attention from the adversaries and faced the onslaught of three corpse puppets. Fortunately, his formidable prowess prevailed, and the puppets were dispatched with extraordinary skill. He reflected upon what happened and glanced at the pale-faced Severin. "Has the Ancestora fallen?" Upon his return to the mountain gate of the Sacred Land, he had discerned an anomalous celestial phenomenon manifesting in the chaotic void several thousand miles above. That heaven and earth had dar

Alex smiled. How could he not know such a simple principle? “What’s the second realm to Imminent Immortal?” “Imminent Immortal... Could it be that it’s the realm after the Tribulation Crossing?” Alex asked. He did not know that there was such a realm as the Imminent Immortal. There was no introduction of Imminent Immortal whatsoever in the legacy that he had acquired from his ancestor. It only mentioned the next level after reaching the cultivation base of Tribulation Crossing would be the Immortalization realm.

"They are the Necculeans. A species with untold telekinetic abilities. Their strengths also extend to their political expertise, their military strategy and warfare. The other dominions practically bow at their feet." A cloying weight presses down on my chest. "I don't want to do this. Is there a way I can, I don't know, return my powers? Turn mortal?" "Practically, you are." "What do you mean?" "Death bringers are one of the only known immortal mortal species." A pause. "So, let me get this. The gods want me to off a race of immortals--while having low health-life battery?" His lip twitches at the corner. "Yes."

Together, we can make the new age a rousing success! Remain vigilant! Rupert Walters ~ From Mr. Humphries’s window I watched the Necropolis rise from the ruins of Parliament. A nightmarish tower of twisted bone walls, the Necropolis was built entirely by Reapers. They dug underground for miles, making room for the lower levels, working with tireless efficiency. There were approximately ten thousand of them in England at that time, and ten thousand dead had been used to create them. And how many additional corpses were required to form the Necropolis’s walls? That, I cannot say, but even through the window, I felt its grim shadow hovering over me, paralyzing me with fear—reminding me of Mr. C

"Don't be, after all, Alex didn't call it a 'War of The Necropolis' for nothing. I gathered my brother's back, and we put her down after she came back the first time, but I knew she wouldn't be gone long. We gathered the strongest of our family and put them through hell and high water until they were ready for war. After all of that had finished, we stormed the gates of The Necropolis, or Land of the Dead, and fought her army of living dead until she was gone once and for all." "How can you be sure that she's truly gone for good if she was able to come back beforehand?" "Let's just say that I have strong faith in my abilities, and the abilities of my brethren, and leave it at that. She won't

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

He raised his gauntleted hand, pointing a single, pale finger directly at my chest. "You destroyed my engine. You stripped me of my immortality. So be it." Valerius’s dark magic violently flared, reaching past the shifting ice walls, past the courtyard, and deep into the Northern Shadows’ archives. "The standard Husks are fodder," Valerius stated flatly, his voice promising a slaughter. "But I do not need them anymore. I have the source." Valerius’s Gauntleted hand clenched, pulling on the strings of the entire Necropolis.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

"Did you get anything?" Noel asked, again speaking in monster language. Kairos cupped his pointy chin. "Nothing out of ordinary. A gravekeeper escaped and performed the calling shriek to raise undeads. The only peculiarities I find is that the shriek wasn't done in this world, it was as if someone sent these undeads to attack only after the shriek was done." Noel pondered slightly after helping Ricky stood up with his feet. Shortly after, he tilted his head slightly upwards to match his gaze with Ricky.

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.