Reluctant Immortals Novels & Stories

Becoming a dimension guardian would not grant one immortality! Becoming a dimension guardian was nothing more than a lie the twelve Immortals of the universe had fabricated. These people would foolishly live the rest of their lives out in a lie, whereas becoming an evil god would make you immortal. Surely no one could resist something like that! Unfortunately, none of the puppets of the evil gods were willing to help the Dark Lord. Even Bahamut, the weakest out of the evil gods, would rather give up ever setting foot on Earth again than work with the Dark Lord.

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

He returned to his seat and quickly turned the page of the book. Immortals are the result of forbidden love between a vampire and a lycan. They have the power of both races and can act and do things like humans. You can never identify them easily, unless..." it stopped. "What comes next?" "Unless you try to kill them with the most lethal weapon." Miss Rita looked up at me. "Is that the only way?" My question raised an eyebrow. "What I want to know is how to recognize him, how to know that he is the one we are looking for."

(I circle them with the incense) Grant them access to your throne Let them reign with you till ages past To you oh queen of blood!... Let your light absolve their dark. Make them faithful to thee alone. Forever they shall remain in this brotherhood. I touched them with the owls and immediately thick groans filled the air. They coughed and changed as the Immortality filled their soul. "The rebirth of immortals…"

“In fact, you’re a monster, toothpick! Luna loves me, and she has promised to sort out all the issues with Zayden as well. You’ll be rejected soon, shithead!” It was surprising that which part of Blitzer’s rant was this important for Elmer that he heard it with full attention. Then his face took a haunted look as the term ‘rejection’ killed his logic. “I’m a Celestial, there’s no concept of rejection in our clan.” Well, that was a lie as Aunt Cynthia had already shown these immortals their true places. Elmer flicked his hand and fiery waves emitted, rushing towards Helena.

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

The tanned man chuckled and said, “Three hundred years ago, we were all one. This dark immortal is a remnant from the ancient past, a traitor to human immortals. We share a common enemy, don’t we?” Adrian remained silent. With a dark immortal in their midst, cooperation was essential. These immortals had long fallen from grace and some were even addicted to alchemy. After becoming dark immortals, they turned bloodthirsty and cruel, taking pride in their demonic nature. They had severed their limbs and, in extreme cases, replaced their organs with those of dark beasts, believing it to be the essence of gaining power. While this gave them temporary strength, their growth eventually stagnated.

“Because we are not here to be corrected. We are here to endure, to resist… and to rewrite fate itself.” The First Immortal regarded them, silent now, calculating, curious, and perhaps… finally, a little wary. The confrontation had begun. And nothing would ever be the same.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”