Novel & Cerita Reluctant Immortals

The Book of Sundering—untouched for four millennia—bled ink and began to hum. Even the Fates, who once cut destinies like thread, faltered. Their hands shook. Because something had returned that should not have. A flame never meant to walk again. A throne never meant to be claimed again. A name never meant to be remembered. My gaze shifted south—toward the Hollow’s edge, toward scorched roots and the ruin of forgotten gods. I saw it. Not with mortal sight, but with that terrible sense only immortals possess. Aetheria was being rewritten.

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His father walked toward the bookshelf, pretending to straighten things that didn’t need straightening. “She always had this… need to save the world. She wanted transparency, idealism, soft morals. But this world — our world — isn’t built on softness. It’s built on strength. Strategy.” “You mean manipulation.” Chief Kareem turned to face him. “You don’t understand what it takes to build an empire. Sometimes, to protect what’s yours, you must make decisions others can’t stomach.” Regan stared at him. “So what did you do that she couldn’t stomach?”

But right in the center of the path, the towering, ebony-skinned giant with the cascading silver-white hair completely collapsed. His bare knees struck the hard cobblestones with a concussive crack. His large hands flew to his face as a choked, agonizing weep tore from his throat, his broad chest heaving as he rocked back and forth. He was entirely unraveled by the phantom echoes of a thousand years of slaughter playing on a loop behind his ice-light eyes. He wasn't a god—none of them were. They were simply immortals. Abused, starved immortals who quite frankly wished for death rather than having to live with the horrific guilt of what they had become. He flinched, his head ducking down as h

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good a

And how? I really love her and I won't be able to live If I'd killed her. Now I have to choose between my personality and my emotions. It's really hard to make a decision in times like this. And Master isn't even helping matters. He keeps manipulating my dreams indirectly. And manipulating me into killing her. If I don't kill her, I'll lose my post and powers as an immortal to a mortal, but if I kill her, I'll lose my heart and mind. What sort of dilemma is this?

" October stopped reading at that, not believing what she just read. "How come this said they are dead?" She scratched at her forehead. Feeling conflicted, she pushed the book away, then pulled it back, then pushed it back again, then pulled over the book about Lore-beings. She skipped a few pages, then stopped when she saw something. "Immortality; Lore-beings are immortal and can be reborn again after facing a tragedy. They won't have any memory of who they are until they reach of age; eighteen years. At that time, they will also find their mates."

She told her and she scoffed as if what Aira said was something she heard every day. “Vincent Valory. He looks like one of your mother’s sculptures. Perfect and chiseled, but his eyes have that barely restrained beasl look to them,” “That makes him sound poetic and dangerous,” Aira said “He’s not an easy man to live with. You know that,” Her grandmother said, “I know,” She said “But you’re still going to marry him,” “I am,” Aira responded “I thought so…” Her grandmother answered, “Now that I think about it. You two are probably perfect for each other. He’s the kind to get addicted and obsessed with one thing. This kind of obsessions lasts for a lifetime and they’re known to be loyal,”

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

These beasts never attacked immortals I guess, they tried to attack them since they see the immortals as a threat in Eleftheria. If I'm thinking correctly, this is the first line of defense. The magical beasts and monsters here are protecting something...something that immortals need. The relic! Now I understand better. We are on the right track, the closer they will get, the harder it will be. I took my eyes off that and looked ahead. I bent down suddenly because of the branches that almost hit my face. Sushi is doing very dangerous things, but I can understand why he avoids dead bodies on the chin. He's a beast as well and he's not comfortable with it. That's just human, it's uncomfortable