Rebirth Of The Urban Mad Immortal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They have awoken the beast within me, and now the world will know my wrath. Three Days later. I awoke to a new feeling in my body, my body had been reborn. I felt very light and freed in many ways it was a new sensation that was difficult to describe. There was a new energy, it is as if I had been foggy my entire life, and now was cleared of a thousand different distractions. This immortality, I knew was from the underworld, with never-ending night, and horrors that follow. My throat burned like it had been lit on fire, and dry as the Sahara Desert. Everything felt so heightened. I could smell everything, see everything as I had never had sight before. there was a smell of cinnamon mixed wit

They were around fifty, wandering around the world, living among the human just as the perfect human, still waiting for the sacrifice that could lead them to the path of eternal afterlife to heaven. ********* Author's note. Hello everyone !!! So, here is the completion of the second part of the story, The Immortal Love. Third part is on the way. You can find me on instagram as @Rosechrys5996. Do follow me to know more about my works and to chit chat with me. Trust me, I am a good speaker on chat, hehe. So, stay tuned and stay happy and healthy everyone. Thank you clicking the story and reading it. *******

Percival said. "What is the cultivation level of the strongest person in the super sect?" asked Alex. "Rumor has it that the strongest person who went crazy came from the ancient holy land of Pompeii. Back then, when she entered the Misty Swamp, she was already an immortal." "An immortal?" "That's right!" Alex was shocked, and he had a deep yearning. Suddenly, the image of the Crazy Crone appeared in his mind. "There are actually immortals." It meant that in this world, it was indeed possible to break through the transmigration, shatter the void, and walk the path of immortality.

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

“Imagine, please, that you receive a private message “would you like to come together and destroy a small village, or maybe spread a small black plague. It has become an app for very strong and bored supernatural beings looking for each other. Many miss the days when mortals fell on their faces in awe of our power. When human sacrifice was taken for granted. Remember that tsunami a couple of years ago? It was a BM couple having too much fun." "BM?" I looked around the bar, but no one needed me. "Immortal Match. The death toll was too high. They're closed." Meg's eyes also flickered to the other patrons. "Where is your demon? I thought he was supposed to be here to guard you?"

"Then we die, Leo! In twenty-four hours, the city turns to ash!" "No," Leo said, his eyes turning a brilliant, terrifying bronze. "We aren't going to die. We’re going to Edit. If the Directorate owns the patent on our life, then we’re going to rewrite the code. We’re going to take the Core and the 'Green-Ghost' and we’re going to forge a new frequency, one that even the Boardroom can't read." The war for the sky was over. The war for the soul was over. Now, the war for Biology had begun. Leo Vane was no longer just the Rogue; he was the Hacker of the Flesh, and the Republic of Cinders was about to undergo its final, most violent transformation.

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

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.

In just an instant, all life within the sea was extinguished. The Ancestora had attained the power of a true immortal upon escaping his confinement, despite only ascending just moments ago. True immortals, beings of pure solar energy that were born from the void, could peer into the river of time and use the rules of heaven and earth to fortify themselves. Even a mere drop of their blood could remain undestroyed for epochs. Their slightest emotions could cause the heavens and earth to shift hues and induce a myriad of visions.

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.