Reluctant Immortals Novels & Stories

Frederick hadn’t abandoned the Whalens yet because they were still useful to Frederick, and he was confident in controlling Nathan. "The Whalens have trained many fighters over the years, though none are as strong as the Eight Warlords. The people we have currently could handle the York's fighters, but this time, the Yorks are going all out. They've reportedly hired seven experts known as the Seven Immortals," Nathan explained. Frederick had heard of the Seven Immortals. These seven were reclusive Savant Arts masters, each with over a century of cultivation. Their hidden retreat was called the Immortal Palace, and every year, many cultivators sought their guidance.

Within the hidden realm of the Immortals, a power struggle unfolded, threatening to tear apart the fragile peace that had been forged. Damas, a respected and powerful Immortal, found himself at odds with a faction led by cunning and ambitious Immortals who craved dominion over all. With the absence of Ezra's clan they wonder if Damas can lead them, they find his decision to sign a treaty with the Lycans is a sign of wekness and he is unfit as a leader.

’ Worthless or not, fame was all they had to show for their efforts, so they clung to it, like the stiffening fingers of a corpse clinging to the poisoned chalice that took its life. Jimmy saw the same response in Mr Isimud when it came to his immortality. He hadn’t taken on Melissa, or the other characters, because he saw himself as an instrument of God. For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be.

Anima answered, turning to the ground with a staggered look. "Well, think again; the four Immortals—Sabbath, Melody, Edith, and Clarabeth—have already revealed themselves to us, and we're really good friends now,” Angela said, walking forward. “Well, in that case, let me reintroduce myself to you. My name is Edith Anima, the Immortal of life and light. I'm the direct opposite of Edith Mortem, who is the Immortal of death and darkness. I've lived in this world for thousands of years, hiding from the mortals until Anaya asked me to stay here,” Anima said with a bright smile, stretching her right hand forward for a handshake.

he offers, smiling tightly. I blink a few times, taking it in. A job? Immediately I conclude without thought that I cannot take that offer. To live - even if it’s for small amounts of time - with an Immortal displays immediate red flags. As much as this might be true, I know not to trust Immortals, as much as I might not know anything about this one. I’m sure he is just like the rest of them. “I have a job here, but thank you,” I say quickly. Time flinches, as if he couldn’t possibly understand why I was rejecting his offer. “Why do you want to hire me anyway? You don’t know me. I’m not special.”

Old Hagstorm grinned and replied, “According to legend, the complete technique allows a person to transcend even the realm of immortality.” Transcend immortality? Damn. Registus was utterly speechless. Immortals were already considered the highest and most elusive beings. They were beyond reach and incomprehensible. What kind of existence could transcend even immortals? It was hard to imagine and could not be spoken of carelessly. Just thinking about it made Registus subconsciously shake his head. It was as if entertaining the thought itself was blasphemy. Old Hagstorm withdrew his thoughts and looked at Registus. “Now, do you understand why I keep beating around the bush and delaying Andriu

With a dangerous smile on her lips, she answered: “To the Vacil Empire.” The man and woman together with the baby headed to their destination. As they drew closer to the borders of the empire, thunders clapped as lightning flashed, giving them a warm welcome. _ To Be Continued _ Authors’ Note: Thank you for reading Immortal Desire until the end. I hope you enjoyed it. Ps. This is my very first book so please excuse any errors you've noticed. I'm working on improving my writing. Announcement: The story continues! If you want to know what happened next… kindly wait for the upcoming fantasy series- The Fangs And Witches! New generation characters, new tales, new love~

He said taking her hands in his, watching her with starry eyes. “But…..” “But nothing…..” “I am such a fool! I ruined everything. What if the Immortals’ Council finds out about this?” “Calm down, Sarah. I know that one of the clauses to attain immortality is celibacy but I don’t think there is any technical reason for it.” “Then why do you think the conditions have that clause in the first place.” “I don’t know. It was never explained. He replied shrugging. “Moreover I think they will never find out.”

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The ancient obsession of immortals terrified by the concept of permanence. I turn toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city glows beneath the night like veins of molten gold threading through darkness. Five years ago diplomacy stopped interesting me. Mercy became inefficient shortly after I lost Rose. The old houses still whisper about the shift. They call it tyranny now. Ruthlessness. Cruelty. Perhaps they are right. Grief hollows a man eventually. Even an immortal one. Especially an immortal one. Behind me Damon leans casually against the bar. “Shall I inform them His Majesty is indisposed?” he asks lazily. “Exhausted from vigorous diplomatic negotiations?”