Reluctant Immortals Novels & Stories

"Don't think that we can't do it. When we really do it, you won't even have time to regret it!" "It's not too late for you to turn back now. Don't force us, or you'll die without a burial place!" "Lower Realm ant, you dare? If you dare, then just give it a try. Let's see if we can slaughter you all!" These Immortals were greatly irritated and kept cursing. They didn't look like Immortal sages at all. Caspian was deep in thought, but his body spoke again. "Haha, kill me in the Lower Realms? Of course I know that you can do it. However, so what?"

And when it did, a force seized my body and I felt my soul being snatched away from me. I heard a gasp from Lucian as I struggled to fight off whatever was possessing me but I knew I couldn't. It was time to give up what we had pledged. It was time to sacrifice our immortality to the guardians. The only thing that has given us an upper hand against all immortal beings that walk on Earth. Nothing came for free, and Valerie's redemption didn't. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Valerie jerk with a gasp, though her eyes didn't open.

The corpses of Alliance and Macabantran warriors who lost their lives here ended up littered across this perilous, perverse, macabre monstrosity of a castle, revealing the true nature and ugliness of the war. Every Lycan warrior here was ready to fight under my command until their last breath. They were prepared to live by my rules and die for me without questions being asked. They were loyal beyond measure, prepared to abide by my every command and make this sacrifice without a moment of hesitation. I, in turn, would gladly give my immortal existence for every one of them if only it were within my power. Alas, such is the burden of immortality - to watch those who follow me paying the ultim

Thank you for being with Madison, Aleister, Mallory, Hunter, Farkas, Ahina, Roberto and everyone else! Battle of the Immortals officially signing off!

’’ Before I could reply, he said ‘’ I see you’ve met THEM,’’ he stated, his voice turning into a whisper ‘’What?’’ ‘’You know, the immortals’’ he tilited, confused ‘’ The immortals?’’ ‘’ I’m guessing that you haven’t heard about them?’’ ‘’No’’ ‘’Well, you should stay away from them, unless you are one of those crazy about them’’ He said, rolling his eyes ''They might be rulers of their kingdoms, but I wouldn’t get involved with them; they are cursed,‘’ he whisphered

Cae murmured in fear. The Immortals were a group of Fenrir creatures, a race of monstrous wolves who have been in existence since the beginning of time. They were different from the lycans and the werewolves. They were even more powerful than the Wildings, and deadlier than the Reapers. They stayed faraway, in the hills and caves, living in isolation. They only emerged when it was absolutely necessary. If they suspected that Gwendolyn had the slightest connection to a dark, unknown power source, they would kill her.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

none you have ever faced before.' The Warlock stopped speaking when he saw the look of abject terror on the faces of the Warriors around the table, their Leader stood up and looked at his Alpha bowed his head and spoke in a trembling voice, 'You want us to fight th[s God Alpha?' Loki could scent the fear in the room, these were his best, most Elite Warriors, to become one they had faced many difficulties and it was their proudest moment when they were appointed. Pushing himself to his feet he took a deep breath,

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

Positioning. When the trial period ends, I'll demonstrate exactly why Parliamentary authority matters. Why resistance fails. Why opposition gets crushed. Callum thinks he won. Alteroni thinks justice prevailed. Isolde thinks ancient honor matters. They're all wrong. I'm playing longer game. Centuries-long game. Patient game. And patience always wins. Eventually. Inevitably. Completely. That's aristocratic morals. That's vampire politics. That's how immortals operate. Short-term losses don't matter. Long-term victory is certain.