Necropolis-immortal Novels & Stories

"Ah...Veela. They are indeed very beautiful, their allure makes me envious. But unfortunately they are only mortal without an immortal mate. They won't be able to activate their magic and won't have immortality if they don't assign an immortal mate. I don't know why you guys, werewolf and veela have something in common about life partners. However, they can still die if their immortal mate also dies. They are bound by love as their destiny. But if you insist on meeting this necromancer, I ask for a change!" "What is it, just say it!" "Your grey friend stays here for one night. I haven't felt the passion of a werewolf in a long time." Seth looked at Will as if seeking his approval. He did not

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

I moved my hand, holding my katana, in a quick, sweeping motion to make a cut on the air, ripping apart the rotting body of these dead people going towards me in just one attack. “Rest? There is no rest in Necropolis, Cerina. These are the people who betrayed the people who trusted them the most. Their sufferings have no end. And I’ll give you the opportunity to punish and torment them over and over again until you run out of strength and mana. You will be forever stuck in my cursed realm, Cerina. There’s no escaping here,” he replied to me and his voice echoed in the whole place. The bodies of the dead people I slashed earlier were slowly reconstructing.

Three witches stepped through cautiously, their staffs already glowing with defensive magic. Last to cross was the immortal. The moment he stepped into the realm, the air itself seemed to recognize him. The ground pulsed. The strange cosmic wind went still. Seraphine noticed. “So it knows you,” she said quietly. The immortal didn’t answer immediately. His ancient eyes scanned the endless horizon. “Yes,” he said finally. “This realm remembers everything.” Seraphine turned slowly. Before them stretched a sight that stole the breath from everyone present. A city. But not a normal city.

Jessica stands at the centre of the cemetery holding a dirty scroll and bottle she got from Abaddon She uncork the bottle and let’s out a drop of blood that is in the bottle and starts chanting the words written on the scroll “O you souls, greatly majestic, behold I have come that I may see you; I open the Netherworld that I may give you another chance at life. Loom the earth once more and take whatever you fancy” Within a minute after she’s done with the chant, mist covers the cemetery and an earthquake that rocks only the cemetery ensues. Multiple hands of the dead people reach out from under the earth trying to crawl out and Jessica stands with her arms wide apart laughing hysterically

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

"You died." Nickey's gun was already aimed at her head. "Trina killed you. We watched you bleed out." "You watched a clone bleed out. A convincing one, I'll admit. But still just meat and circuitry." His mother stepped over Chen's corpse without looking. "I've had twelve backup bodies for years. Kill one, another activates. I'm functionally immortal. Annoying, isn't it?" Forty-five seconds until detonation. "The children—"

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

"One, don't even try escaping from the graveyard. It is futile. You are here forever and the zombies will catch you and eat you. Two, you must remain in this house at all times unless called for. You will be escorted by one of my brothers. Three, you will be provided meals everyday. Please eat them as much as you can. The ghosts in the kitchen work so hard to prepare the best food possible for mortal human consumption. Four, respect the high-ranking officers of this graveyard. I am the chief grave digger but we also have a chief coffin maker, chief caretaker and chief administrator. We are all equal in rank and power but the highest rank here is Lord of Gladios which is held by our lord and