Reluctant Immortals Novels & Stories

There were the remains of dead Rogue Immortals! Rogue Immortals were Cultivators who had passed the Nascent Soul, Nirvana, Apotheosis and Grand Completion Realms. After the Great Completion Realm, they must survive the Ordeal. If they succeeded, they would turn into real Immortals and soar to Heaven's Realm above. They would be released from the cycles of life and death. They could continue cultivating and become Immortal Lords and God Kings.

Elena needs to be born in a place of mortals, away from immortals, away from Wysteria. "Forgive me your majesty for what I'm going to do, but even if you're destined for her, you can't protect her from something that wants to kill Elena," Sicario whispered words he wanted to convey to the king of Valeria. His oration also began. The surroundings are lighting up and his power will start to come out. He performs one of the forbidden rituals, turning an immortal temporarily mortal. It can remove the smell of an immortal while living as a mortal on the surface world. He will stay away from the demons who are chasing the immortals who have no opponents.

I tell her and she pulls me into a big hug and then pulls away and says, “Shit they are going to kill each other.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. We both began to race through the sand to the sidewalk and then it happened. A large black van stopped in our path and four large men with masks on jumped out of the van and grabbed us. Emily and I tried fighting them off but they were too strong as they threw us in the back of the van and shut the door. Emily moved to me wrapping her arms around me like she was protecting me from them. “Leave her out of this. She isn’t one of us.” Emily said to the men and I realized that the men that took us were immortals just like herself and now me

We fought on the side of the gods because of our undying loyalty to them with what they have given us. The opposers came out of the woods as evil and vile creatures. Black and blue bodies that leak from every orifice a black tar, if we touched the black tar we died a horrible and horrendous death. Their eyes were black and deadened. They never seem to die because when they were struck their bodies rose again. The man in charge of this group of defiled creatures? No one knows. But he knows who we are, the ins and outs of being immortal, and I feel like he gets closer to us every day.

Together, they were no longer just allies they were the tether between survival and total annihilation. But the cost was immediate. “Emily!” Kiran’s voice trembled as he stepped closer, his fur bristling with strain. “I… I can feel it. My immortality it’s leaving me. I’m… I’m giving it all to you. To the world. You have to hold on.” Lucien’s expression was grim, but resolute. “No hesitation. No regrets. We anchor the world, or nothing survives. Emily… trust us, even if we’re gone.”

And of course, Willow too had an oxygen mask on as a repellent against the smoked vervain and wolfsbayne. In the middle of the combative scene, the immortals were not completely vulnerable and weak as imagined. They fought back with agility and without remorse. Mostly influenced from the anger of vengeance from the sequential traps and ambushes they suffered. As agile as they attacked, the defenders as well wasn't a mere contender. In as much as the odds were uneven, the match was a 50-50, and on became a 60-40 in favour of the defenders. And the scale kept falling weight drastically at the dispense of the immortals.

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

She loved it all — the good, the wicked, the broken — until it couldn’t help but love her back. And that’s how legends are born. I close the book. The ink is still wet. Outside, thunder rolls over Ashwyck, and five shadows move across the balcony — eternal, untouchable, alive. The Immortals. The Keepers of the Damned. The Five who rebuilt the world. And her name — Isadora — is the one they’ll whisper for centuries to come.

, the patriarch of the universe, the one who created and named each star in the galaxies. It is said, that he created them because he was lonely. None of us know where he is now, but we do know that he is watching us from somewhere with a beautiful view. Calling him my grandfather would not be wrong, since he is the father of the Evermores, and the Evermores are our parents. We, Immortals, are not a very populous race, as it is difficult for the Evermore to have children. Therefore, it is difficult for us to have children with each other.

Haha. Seeing this, General Teka laughed triumphantly as he attacked. "No one can break our Immortals Trap Formation, Arta the Immortal. I advise you not to resist us. Surrender as soon as possible." When he laughed, General Teka's face was filled with pride. With a resolute attitude, Arta the Immortal said coldly, "I won't surrender. Stop wasting your time." Empress Heidi was ambitious. If Arta the Immortal were to collude with her, the Godly Region would never know peace.