Rebirth Of The Urban Mad Immortal Novels & Stories

"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."

"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.

“She’s here to slaughter everyone in the city! Hurry and evacuate!” The survivors frantically fled for their lives. James watched in distress. He raised his palm, and many inscriptions emerged. The time in the area regressed, and the dead were resurrected. He looked at the furious Thea and said, “I’ll revive every living being you kill.” “I’d like to see how many you can save.” Thea was irritated by his actions. She leaped into the air and looked down at the city. A black aura emerged from her body and instantly shrouded the city.

During the adoption in my last life, my younger sister, Regina Capasso, was the first to choose the mafia Don. But three years later, she was kicked out of the family and tragically died on the streets. Meanwhile, I rose to fame in the AI industry, married my adoptive brother, Dario Bivona, and lived a happy life. Now, given a second chance, Regina jumped right into Dario's arms. It turned out that she was also reborn.

"I came back to visit my hometown, but I was ambushed along the way. On top of that, you had always said in your past life that after we got married, we would spend our honeymoon in Costa Solara. That's why I came back." Hearing this, I realized he had been reborn as well. Lucio studied my expression carefully before saying, "Have you been reborn as well? Otherwise, how could you have written Bella's name on the invitation back then?" I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I said coldly, "There is no need to dwell on the past. What's over is over. Take care of your health." As I turned to leave, Lucio called out after me, "What do you mean, 'no need to dwell on it'? After all this time, do y

While he and his first love celebrated the success of the surgery, I clutched my daughter’s ashes and died on the way to the cemetery. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to that night of utter absurdity. This time, I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg— I just walked away to Cambridge, and he went mad trying to find me. ... Seeing the man lying next to me, my heart stopped. My whole body aches as if it has been run over by a car, and the mess on the floor reminded me that I had been reborn. While Gilbert was still asleep, I tiptoed to put on my clothes, preparing to jump out the window and run away.