Reluctant Immortals Novels & Stories

He pointed his sword to Alkhun who was gasping for air. "Oww, it's already starting." Marlo hears the familiar voice of Caile. His smile became bigger. "Marlo sorry were late." They caught the attention of everyone in the room as Roswald shouted. There was a member of Marlo's team. Includes, Caile, Athena, Roswald, and Pamela. There are complete. "Oh sorry, I brought visitors," Marlo said evilly. Though Alkhun it wasn't just the 4 of them. He can see the large number of immortals coming down the stair.

My gown trails behind me, whispering against the marble floor, but my legs feel heavy like they don’t belong to me. I keep my chin up. If I falter now, I’ll never recover. When we reach the altar, Alonso extends his hand. His touch is warm unexpectedly so. For a moment, I falter, staring up at him. There’s no trace of warmth in his expression, just the same distant mask he’s worn since the day we met. But beneath that… there’s something else. A flicker of hesitation? It’s gone before I can name it. The officiant begins speaking, but his words barely register. My pulse hammers in my ears, drowning out everything else. I only catch fragments love, honor, duty.

They were the kind of men willing to spill blood for the right price. A slow smirk stretched across my lips. “Gentlemen, it’s time we stop waiting and start acting.” The room fell silent as they leaned forward. “We’ve been patient. We’ve been careful. And what has it gotten us? Nothing. Adrian Knight still breathes. Isla is still untouched. And Lucian still holds power in his absence.” I exhaled sharply. “I’m done waiting. We strike. And this time, we don’t stop until they are on their knees, begging.”

“Damn it! Do you think this is funny? Dom has always loved you! Ever since you rejected him back then, you shattered him so completely that he turned into some reckless, aimless playboy. “And then, the moment you beckoned him back, he came running to you again! But when you said he lacked loyalty, he went and found this rebound girlfriend just to please you. What more do you want? His sincerity doesn’t deserve to be trampled on like this!” “So what? I’ve never seen someone so infatuated like him before. I just wanted to see how far he’d go for me. He’s doing it willingly—why are you so worked up about it?”

Just like in my previous life, my elder brother, Noctis, and I were unable to move. The Seraph Chain bound us tightly. Drako Ashgrave, the demon general, laughed arrogantly and shouted to the immortals who had gathered around, "You should know what's good for you! Go back to the Novem Skies. I've only come for these two. Anyone who isn't afraid of dying is welcome to step forward!" I looked at the immortals. They were all covered in blood as well. Some had even suffered damage to their very souls. No one dared to act rashly.

If this wasn't a strength, then what was? "Sir, can I participate in these activities as an omega?" I asked with determination brewing in my heart. Omegas might not be born strong, but their hearts were never weak! The chancellor's eyes glimmered. "Well said, Jared." He murmured.

I said, “if it gets me a seat on your machine.” That broke him. Ren’s composure shattered like glass. Gareth shifted beside me, alarm flashing across his face. He leaned in and whispered, “Callum, that’s too much...” “I don’t care!” The words tore out sharper than I meant, echoing off the lab walls. Ren hesitated, then extended a trembling hand. “We have a deal, Mr. Vire.” Lucian chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Well,” he said dryly, “looks like we’ve found our volunteer. A very expensive one, at that.”

Andreus said the footprints in the dust belonged to a female, but when Alexavian intended to investigate, he quickly said he swept the floor out of nostalgia. ​Nostalgia. Of course I was the only one stupid enough to believe such an obvious lie. ​He had been so easygoing over the past few days that I had completely forgotten how utterly dangerous and perceptive he could be. ​“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced my lips into a smile, widening it to match his. “I’ve never heard anything about immortals.” ​“Then do you happen to know—” ​“That is enough.”

We are natural predators, existing for wicked purposes only. It took me a long time to accept that I don’t have to lean into my true nature. That fighting it is far more rewarding. Resisting being an Immortal Sin keeps me alive. I see the restraint glimmering in Larsen. He wants to taunt her, play with her. Larsen is revered where he is from, but boredom plagues him as it does me. But he will not entertain himself with Vaela. I won’t allow it. “She’s easy to look at.” He swirls the liquid around his cup, entranced.

In their eyes, the warriors on earth were so weak, like ants they could trample whenever they wanted. Did their arrogance have nothing to do with the warriors on Earth? In recent years, both sides had fought several times. The Immortals worked together and united into one entity, unstoppable. However, the major forces in the Natural Moat had conflicts openly or secretly. They were afraid that their disciples would die more and lower their combat strength. Therefore, they told their disciples to keep alive no matter what happened. If they couldn't resist, they should retreat. All the major forces had this kind of idea. They didn't care if the others died or not. They would run away if they co