Reluctant Immortals Novels & Stories

“The other immortals are embracing what they’ve become. They don’t want the new monarchy gone.” “There is more discontent than you think,” replied Mr. Beauxdera. “If I’m in a room with several immortals who say they’re loyal to the Crown, then naturally, I shall claim to be loyal as well. But how do I know that the fellow to my right is not hiding his own disloyalty, as I am? I certainly couldn’t admit to it—especially as I’m a musician, and therefore tend to draw attention to myself.” “That sounds unwise for a rebel.”

Morat was fighting off several shadows at once, clearly struggling. Without a second thought, Siron took the reliquary from her bag and pressed it into the indentation on the stone panel. The reliquary fit perfectly. The moment it connected, the stone panel glowed. The reliquary spoke in her mind again, its voice urgent. "Heir, you have reached the heart of suffering. You have two choices: Seal this circle forever, locking all souls within. Or, offer your blood, the blood that binds them all, and give these souls the choice to be free or to remain."

Dear readers, updates may be delayed for a little while due to personal reasons. I would be going on a short hiatus. My other novel, The Billonaire's Unwilling Bride, would continue with a steady update, but this would be on hold for the main time. Thank you so much for your patience and support. — Jade RuNyx

Just as I readied to inform him that time wasn’t a luxury we had, Azrael stepped into my space, his lips curling upwards. “We could always lure him out.” “That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Orion nodded, smoothing his fingers along his jaw. “Immortals like Elias, Jade, and even Amora are often slaves to their own nature.” My pussy, being the traitorous bitch that she was, clenched as I realized the meaning behind their words. I swallowed, resisting the urge to run my tongue along my parched lips. My mates began to circle me, their eyes growing hungry as my body continued to react to them.

Immortal Cravings Part 1-Temptation If there was ever a time to be worried about my safety, it was now. This very moment. Sneaking through the factories. Hunting creatures which shouldn’t exist. Persona Sanguinis. Person of the Blood. Vampires. Well, one kind specificlly. Sanguinis Perfide. Traitor of the blood. Somewhere on this dock, in this seething scent of fish, rubbish and motor oil, was a rogue vampire. A rogue which my boss wanted dead.

"I won't hate you because of your secret, you are my benefactress, I owe my future and life to you." "Which you should not. I don't care if you get disappointed in me after learning my secret or leave me. But I'm scared to tell this to anyone." Arturia waited for Cass to speak. She never spoke anything anymore after that. The latter took a deep breath as she spoke the words that were also the cause of the trouble. "I'm an immortal. And so does my family, all of us aren't humans, and if you think we are, then you are wrong."

I knew lots of immortals had served in wars. There have always been a few humans who knew about us and were willing to make use of our special abilities. Most immortals were given special assignments rather than serving in the trenches since they couldn't afford to have humans see them regenerate if they were wounded. I was absolutely sure some of those "special assignments" had been pretty horrible. I picked up his hand and kissed it then changed the subject. "Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?"

I can’t explain why I felt pity for him. ''Are you ready to sacrifice the lives of your brothers so you can go to the kingdom?'' I asked Maximus. ''Yes, I will do everything that is written inside that book, I want to see my father again,'' Maximus replied. We talk about his mission, other than seeking justice for his father's death, he is willing to do what is written in the book of immortality, which is that they must die in the present time and be resurrected in the kingdom of Prophis, a place where werewolf and the vampire are existing, and attains immortality.

I can hear him even if he is in the other corner of the tent. "That's out of my hands, Your Highness, because you're under a spell that's why you're reacting like that," I answered him. "Your Highness, stay away from me because someone might see us—" But what I was going to say was cut off because Elijah grabbed me. "I am still sorry. Sorry for being weak," he whispered to me. I don't agree with what he said. He is not weak. He was never weak and that was not a weakness. With evil creatures, no matter how strong you are they will find a way to trick you. Even the god was tried to be tricked by the devil. Elijah might be an immortal but originally, he's a human. Humans are prone to temptation

It seemed remiss to rely solely on the joined forces of several half-immortals to thwart the corpse puppets and the Ancestoras. Severin shook his head discreetly and felt that everyone was being dangerously complacent. Yet he knew that voicing his concerns amid the fervor of their pursuit of immortality would be futile, as he was in no position to be giving them advice. He could only watch silently as the group concluded their deliberations and departed one by one.