Renegade Immortal Novels & Stories

Inside of her chest, her inner wolf, which was completely exposed and begging for the solace of its mate, whimpered pitifully until it was satisfied. She sobbed, "I am not a spy!" as her body violently shook under the enormous weight of his crushing presence. My identity is that of a renegade rogue hailing from the northern territories. I am nothing. No pack, no protection, and no other option are available to me! Dominic paused, and the golden storm that was developing in his eyes narrowed slightly as he registered the pure, unadulterated dread that was coming from her voice. Although his heavy torso remained securely pressed between her thighs, his grip on her wrists became slightly more r

You are but a simple brother, you have no power whatsoever. "Your god is a lie," the woman spat. "Tomorrow I will burn. And I will do it with a smile on my face, knowing that one day the uncrowned king of prophecy will return. And when he comes, he will bring an end to the wickedness that riddles the land, and free us from our bondage. He will bring darkness upon us and the witnesses shall rejoice to see his glory. And you will know that he is the Immortal."

Caspian rolled his eyes and said, "Could it be that there's something special about the Myriad Revolutions Divine Palace we're heading to?" "Don't worry. I have my own way of speaking." The old man motioned for Caspian not to interrupt his rhythm and said, "Do you know why the Immortal Realm is in chaos now?" "Many cultivators who ascended from the human world couldn't stand the oppression of the natives of the immortal world and being regarded as pigs and chives, so they formed a rebels and overthrown the imperial power of the Immortal Court." Caspian replied. This was part of what he knew.

He sighed, "You lost your sanity, Nyra. You're a dead case. No one can save you. Not even yourself.” “Really? Let’s see about that then.” I replied. “Fine. Take your time talking, because after I get crowned, you’ll be disposed away like trash, and the first thing I’ll discard is your tongue-” Suddenly, I smelled my other brother, Brian, coming near. “Ceylan.” “Who dares to cut me off?” Ceylan yelled. Brian proceeded, not even quivering with fear, “The Ravager is nearing our territory.” Ravager? If I heard it right, that’s the growing rogues who have taken some territories in the north. Their target might be us…

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.

“They have an ulterior motive, using this attack as a distraction. They’re in need of Alpha seed blood. They said it can make one immortal.” I froze as I listened to him, a cold chill running down my spine. “Who told you all this?” Roderick asked, his body stiffened from the revelation. The rogue kept quiet, carefully selecting his words. “If I reveal that to you, I won't be alive to see the sunrise again.” “No need to wait till sunrise, as you’ll die any moment from now if you don't talk,” Roderick snapped, gripping the rogue by the neck. “I’ve said more than I intended to say,” the rogue whispered stubbornly. “The rest… is left for Luna to figure out when the time is right.”

Her hair was long and straight, falling gracefully down her back like a curtain of black silk. A broad shouldered, uniformed guy stepped in behind them and shut the door, then stood guard in front of it. “Enforcer Brandon,” the guy said curtly. “This is Councilor Renah. And you are…” “Sick of sitting here waiting for you,” I snapped. “And not interested in playing games. You know who I am or I wouldn’t be here.” The woman, Renah, ran an appraising look over me, then nodded to Brandon.

“Mercenaries. Fighters outside the pack system. He said they train people who can survive there.” A cold, violent rage moved through me so fast my control nearly slipped with it. The Dead Woods. Rogue territory was not some hidden training ground for desperate wolves trying to rebuild themselves. It was violent, lawless territory filled with predators who survived through brutality. And Ravenna was entirely human. “He’s helping me,” she insisted when my silence stretched too long. “He can’t openly support me after what happened with Sandy and the university, but he still tried to give me another option.”

Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently). She learned he didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was open and unguarded, like it surprised him. She found out he’d been exiled—not officially, but in every way that mattered—because he refused to hide a cultivation discovery that could help rootless cultivators. He lost everything for that choice. She learned he knew about every bruise she’d had even without asking, because he paid attention, and checked in about them the way you talk about old injuries—not to poke, just to know which doors not to open carelessly. One night, sitting there, she realized sh