Novel & Cerita Renegade Immortal Cultivation

The rogues we were taught to loathe were the ones who had willingly given their help with nothing else in return and the truth of our betrayal came from someone close to us. Close to me especially. The thought still pricked. It was an advantage after I became Alpha, to be able to change our thoughts and open our eyes to more than the traditions we had been ignorantly following for years. One of such boundaries was opening us further to the human world, which was far more advanced than we were. Additionally, Isabella's mating ceremony had allowed more interaction with the rogue pack. But it wasn't just that. I wanted peace and for us to embrace the progress we had remained blind to for years.

There would be no glittering procession of estates and endowments, no alliances sealed through vast settlements. Only Ethan’s defiance. And pride alone has never been enough to sustain a crown.

But a Race. Seeing her change really captivate me. But i can’t accept a loss if i must fighting with her. So i’m changing too. My body became more bulkier, there’s a pair of of jet black bat wings and a sharp tail appeared on my back. In this world setting, not a setting anymore. I was reincarnated to a Incubus, that’s the reason i’m only thinking on running away. Because i can’t control my power, that tragedy happen. It’s a shame those two died but i’ll get my revenge eventually. I’ll tracking down all Rozen Kingdom descendant that still alive and i’ll enjoy their misery. With this girl help, i’m sure i can control my power.

If Mom found out she hired criminals— If Grandpa Thomas connected the dots— If Sheraphina spoke up— She would lose everything. Her school. Her future. Her reputation. Her mother’s crumbling loyalty. Lucinda sank to the floor, sobbing. “Why… why does everything go her way?” But beneath the panic… A new seed sprouted. The same kind that once grew into murder in another life. A seed shaped like: “If she’s gone, everything will be mine.” Selena sat in the detention center’s cold interrogation room, fingers tapping the table in frustration.

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.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

In time, Isolde stood in the empty, abandoned estate in her lycan form. A tear rolled down her face from the mind-numbing pain of the shift, and before long, she began to prowl the road that leads further into the abandoned estate. TBC.

Glows from a full moon resting just atop of the goddess’s halo, snaked its way around her arms, piercing through her skin while black blood dripped out of her open wounds. I grimaced, hating that painting. It was my mother’s favorite, and no matter how many times she’d tried to explain what it meant to me, I couldn’t seem to get past my hatred for it. Renna’s face flashed through my mind, and I bit back a groan. Renna was my enemy. Or so i’d thought of the Kane descendant until she gave me her blood. Not only did it heal my wounds faster, it also reversed the effects of the poison in my bloodstream, abd was the only reason why Donovan hadn’t succeeded in killing me.

I felt my grandfather’s eyes linger for quite a bit, before he cleared his throat and began. “Leanna Thorn. You invoked the sacred Lunar trials, using your right as a member of the ruling family, laying your claim to the throne of Alpha,” he started, the air in the hall turning ceremonial. My gaze remained fixated on the ground as I wanted nothing more than to run away. A part of me even wished for that arrogant alpha to show himself and somehow mess things up. I turned to the side, instantly finding his figure in the crowd, but to my disappointment, he just stood silently, watching everything play out with the cold arrogance of a peak predator.

It is a battle suit with enlarged limbs to raise up the strength of the witborn wearer. It is also installed with glass panels at the front for guarded viewing and to hinder the mind control skills of vampires. This powerful suit is the first line of defense from the fellhounds and the bloodhunts. Meanwhile, the bloodhunts have an arsenal of their own, but of the unconventional kind. They do not opt for selective breeding, but want to maintain their gifts through perpetuity. They naturally developed in their blood the means to make themselves immortal: by drinking blood of other creatures. So far, the best quality comes from untainted humans, though it is hard to come by. They abhor drinking