Renegade Immortal Novels & Stories

“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 smoke from the blasted gate hadn’t even fully cleared before the first rogue lunged. It was a renegade wolf from the Shattered Alliance, already half-shifted into a grotesque, asymmetrical bipedal beast. His eyes burned with an unstable, drug-fueled red, foam dripping from a jaw filled with mismatched, jagged teeth. He carried the rancid, biting scent of a packless outcast—a smell that made Astrid’s inner wolf recoil in pure disgust before rising up to unleash its own blinding fury.

Renard flew fast as he gained speed in the air, accelerating and shooting through the air like a bullet. He flapped his darkened wjngs aggressively as he thought of Liam. He thought only of Liam. The renegade had always been a barrier to some of his plans although not directly, but now, he was trying to stop him from getting to the mixed blood. Liam wanted him to be swallowed up by this corruption, he wanted him gone.

With a pair of passionate eyes, he cupped his hands and said, "Severin. The barbaric have some treasures and we are willing to trade with you." As one of the descendants who followed the Green Emperor, the barbaric was celestial too. They also left some precious treasures behind. However, the barbarians were not as strong as they used to be. Jaxon was the only half-immortal. Now he knew Severin had the immortal pill to help him advance further, he was not able to give up easily. He took out a crimson color saber and a seed glowing with the light of celestial spirit. The crimson saber was around five inches long. The sharp blade flashed with a cold aura and had the rules of killing and rules

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.

“To guide him. To protect this realm from the chaos Sienna has unleashed.” She touched two fingers to her lips, then pressed them dramatically against the paper, smearing the ink with a red stain she’d drawn from her thumb moments before. A blood oath, staged, theatrical, but effective. “I vow,” Renna continued, “to purge the kingdom of corruption. To purify the packs. To restore the old ways, where strength wasn’t hidden behind silk and divine whispers.” The rebels erupted in shouts and cheers. But one voice rose above the noise. “Renna!”

"Kid, who's the earthbound immortal outside?" Chad quickly replied, "It's Hansen Kara from Karamon." Meran looked puzzled and asked, "What's he here for?" Chad hurriedly explained, "Someone named Landry Wilt wants to use a Dead Man's Piece in exchange for the opportunity to become an immortal ghost!" Meran got up when he heard that. His deep red robes fluttered, and the sinister aura of his body was terrifying. "A Dead Man's Piece is like a badge of the underworld! He has worn it for two years and has less than a hundred days left to live—"

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.

Wren stood there for a while, her fist squeezed more tightly then she answered the leader of the Immortals. "As I ponder the complexities of our predicament, I firmly believe that a multifaceted approach is our only hope. Uniting the kingdoms, as Ms. July has already set in motion, is crucial, but we must also tread carefully to avoid the pitfalls of blind allegiance that have doomed our predecessors. The delicate balance of power is a double-edged sword, and we cannot afford to underestimate the Destroyer's influence, particularly over his reincarnate. To develop a comprehensive strategy, we must gather more intel on the Destroyer's plans, motivations, and reach. I intend to speak with the

“Please take me now. I beg you.” Having satisfied his thirst for blood, the immortal Viking laid under the heavens and prayed that the gods from his past life would be kind and wipe him off the face of the Earth. With no answer from the puppet masters above him, Haldir braced his chest against the pain with his hand then pushed himself up with his other. Haldir stood up and claimed his knife from Mitchell’s chest and wiped it off on his expensive designer parka. With the fire inside extinguished, the bitter arctic wind clenched Haldir’s heart and his freezing hands fumbled to sheath the blade.