Renegade Immortal Cultivation Novels & Stories

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

The first few hundred years of the country uprising, all went smoothly, until one day Mana flow stopped connecting to Ishtiya', all because the first king first purged the forest without telling the guardians, rendering him unsuitable for the throne. So, he became mad. The country became a hellish place, crops started to decline, livestock died due to disease, and some civilians also migrated outside the country. At that time, was when Noel met his soulmate. As the child of the night, one never involved themselves into worldly matters and focus only to guard the Mana flow of the world and it's surrounding dimensions. Noel was also the same, until he met Griselda one night, when that girl hap

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.

"Malachi and Darius think they own every warrior in the eastern territory. They think they can strip my rank, frame me for treason, and steal my family's silver reserve to feed Nyra Vale’s vanity. I want to burn their tactical network to the ground." "Then we have a shared goal," I say, a vicious grin spreading across my face. "My studio—my rogue sanctuary—isn't just an enclave for broken fighters, Vane. I am building a force strong enough to pull Cassiel, Darius, and Malachi off their high thrones at Whitmore Moonkeep. I am going to make Lord Cedric and Lady Evelyne watch their entire legacy crumble because they chose an adopted leech like Nyra over their own blood."

“What brings you to our home?” Rockan stepped forward, his demeanor confident. “We come seeking knowledge and truth. I am Alpha Rockan, and this is Denera, a descendant of the Shawn lineage. We wish to understand your people’s history and the legacy of healing that runs through her blood.” “We have no lineage named Shawn!” A murmur rippled through the crowd, and I felt a mixture of fear and pride at his declaration. The woman studied us carefully, her gaze lingering on me. “Then maybe you will recognize the Regalias. My mentor was named Elena Regalia!” Adrianna spoke up, making my eyes and the others in front of us widen.

"I am that 'kid.' Sorry for my body's age. I have cultivated for thousands of years, but I slept for a long time. This urgent call to save young master had me in a terrible situation. I have to compromise and send myself in a breath in order to get to you. The set-back is that, my body became stunted. I should not exist here, not right now, but I forced and defied heavenly law. This is my punishment." Wenren opened his mouth to point out, "This divine punishment is comparatively weak. Going against heaven's order is a heavy crime." "What do you know about karma and crime? With what you did to the young master a while ago, you know next to nothing. But if you must be aware, my cultivation was

“Date unknown. Please specify temporal anchor.” Ren looked at me. “You’ll need to give the system the actual date. Speak it clearly.” “Use the Feast of Saint Morwen, 1143,” I said. “That’s when the village celebrated. The day I wore her the iron ring.” The system beeped. “Temporal anchor accepted. Phase correction applied.” Through the intercom, Ren’s voice was tight, almost breathless. “You… you’ve chosen… 1143?” I only nodded, silent. He didn’t know what it meant — and I didn’t need him to.

The Mistbane territory thrived under our care, and we had each other—stronger, wiser, and forever bonded. And as we stood together, hands clasped, hearts aligned, the first light of a new dawn touched the horizon, painting everything in gold. Our story was no longer about survival or struggle. It was about love, power, and peace—and it would last forever. “After all, I was once just an exiled rogue, a soul who had fallen to the savage beast within. I was far from perfect—but we were perfect for each other. And that was more than enough.”

This man was a master of battle, a trained assassin with two fly-swords for short swords. Raokan is a practitioner of Mingzhu energy who has reached the cultivation level of Grade Three Martial Arts - One Star. If the Raokan existed on a planet other than the Forsaken Fortress, this would be one high-cultivation realm. Raokan is a fighter in Forsaken Fortress and holds a five-Star Platinum badge. According to the badge on his chest, he is on the platinum floor on the fortress's last floor.

Chapter 131: Epilogue It was a crisp fall day as the new black Range Rover made its way carefully through the narrow lanes, coming to a stop at the base of a hill. The deep cerulean sky was accented by the vibrant scarlets, pumpkins, and golds of autumn leaves. Bobby shifted into 'Park' and looked over at Maggie. She chewed her lip anxiously. "I won't be long." "Take your time, cher." He smiled at her reassuringly. "We're not in any hurry."