Reluctant Immortals Novels & Stories

Especially when her pride was still stinging after being knocked out by this witch at the Royal Ball. “It seems like she is young. From the looks of the time she's taking to heal, the healer doubts that maybe she might haven’t frozen in her immortality yet.” At Mercy's answer, Vladimir rolled his eyes in disbelief. Immortals were extremely vulnerable before they froze into their immortality because they can be killed by fatal injuries in their early years. Most immortals froze into their immortality in their early or late twenties. Esmeray can’t be that young. She spoke and fought with such fearlessness and confidence that only came with age.

--- The Dark History The next day, Evelyn gathered the group to explain more about the Reflection Game’s history. “Centuries ago,” she began, “the Seven Immortals ruled the Realm of Mirrors, a place where reality and illusion intertwined. They were wise but wary of humanity’s greed. To protect their secrets, they forged the Reflection Game, binding it with their own power. Only those who could navigate its trials would gain access to their knowledge and artifacts.” Zara raised an eyebrow. “But if the Immortals were so powerful, why didn’t they just destroy the relics?” “They couldn’t,” Evelyn replied. “The relics were part of their essence. Destroying them would mean destroying themselves.”

Imperious peeked through a crack in the door and marveled, "He's an undead beast! Incredible!" Chad followed and looked at Michael's state through the crack. The black energy enveloping him was visible to the naked eye, leaving only his head untouched. Imperious turned to Chad. "How about leaving this to me? In return, the Evergrow in him will be mine. Deal?" Chad asked, puzzled, "Are you confident?" Imperious smiled proudly. "We Weasel Immortals are the ancestors of sorcery and unorthodox methods. There are some things that only we can handle."

Not bad for a day’s work. He flashed to his cavernous hideaway not far from Namirha’s own lair. He had plans to solidify and immortals to rally to his side. And they would rally. They wouldn’t care whose side they were fighting on as long as it was the winning side. He’d promise them world domination and they’d be like moths to a flame. And in the end, they would die the same way, for there was no way he would actually share the glory.

As a whisper that skips the ears and lands inside the marrow. “You seek to buy her time.” Lucien’s voice is rough, but steady. “Yes.” “What will you pay?” “Anything but her.” A pause. A low chuckle. “A noble answer.So rare these days.So… lonely.” Lucien’s spine stiffens. A sharp pain flares down his back, burning not like flame, but like memory tearing loose. “You offer immortality,” the God says. “Interesting.But not enough.” Lucien grits his teeth. “Take it.”

“I am Lucian Drake, the immortal and I have come to make a deal with you.” “You, Lucian Drake…” the voice echoed again, “What business do you have with us, the Wizards of the scarlet sky?” That was that they called themselves? I almost scoffed. I lifted my chin. “Like I said earlier. I’ve come to make a deal.” “What deal?” “I need you to be on my side.” There was silence for a second, then the voice returned, laden with disgust. “Lucian Drake, the immortal… you are a notorious man. Bloodthirsty, selfish and obsessed with ruling over the supernatural world. And now you want us to be part of your ploy?”

You have your orders, find those that are marked and bring them to the island, the rest of them eliminated. A great roar went up as they organised into platoons and headed across the border nowhere would be safe for the humans they had brought about their own destruction. The Immortals were organised and powerful, they had immense strength and they had the numbers now that they had their Alliance the humans really did not stand a chance.

she bowed her head and stole a glance at Pietro. He didn’t even looked at her. He opened his eyes, straighten his shirt , and stood up. He claps his hand once and at that, one by one, hybrids show themselves. I stepped back, Pietro held my back and whispered, “Remember what I told you?” It rewinds in my memory: When we got there, stay calm. They might take you as an opponent. Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals.

she smiled and looked straight into my eyes. "They think so?" I frowned and was flattered. Well, I won't deny that. My hands just naturally moved into fighting whenever faced with danger. "It's not surprising, though." The old woman heaved a deep sigh. "Long time ago, the immortals live separately from anyone in this world. They were maybe living independently but everybody respects them, not only because they are powerful but also they are good and generous people," she looked at me. "But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness."

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. *******