Rise Of Immortals Novels & Stories

If one thinks immortals don't indulge in politics, then one must be mistaken because even in the immortal realm the resources are finite and the demand get more and more every era as new immortals begin to sprout like mushrooms along the road. Everyone wants power to wield and so all hold their own benefits first before their eyes which always end in conflict. It is a never ending circle. This dogma also affected the symbolism in his craft today. In the end, he opted out from it all. Why brawl for more? Is it to get stronger or to be the best there is? He got tired. The old grandfather just wanted peace. In the beginning of his journey to the mortal world, he was appalled at what he saw. So

Monster Emperor Taras roared as a ring of fire was formed around them preventing Tsarayu from exiting. "Ahhh ... you remember I can fly right?" Tsarayu asked as he saw the ring appear. "Of course I know, that's why I made this." Monster Emperor Taras smiled slightly as he replied "Fall of eternal destruction!" Monster Emperor Taras roared as the sky above then turned red. Many suns appeared above their head probably more than a hundred, all made of fire. They looked similar to the suns tiger king created to break Queen Mia's ice prison but their numbers were way more than the three tiger king had created. Also, they looked much larger and much stronger as well. These suns covered the complet

The beast will bow before him, and so do the immortals. "May the greatness be with us?" Elijah responded and we were all dumbfounded. I did not know it was the king of Valeria who entered my domain. Regrettably, we met most unpleasantly. I can't believe the Basilisk is apologizing. It's a far cry from the Basilisk I've seen that doesn't seem to care and attacks everything. I feel like Elijah is lifting me so much, I'm shrinking. I am only human, he is immortal. Not just any immortal, but a powerful one.

'That's what I can't think of especially and they are both immortals and kings. Stefano grinned at me. "You don't seem to be from Wysteria because there's so much you don't know. But I'll tell you anyway. Elijah was the first immortal created," he replied to me as my eyes widened. "Really?!" I felt like my brain was about to explode. The paintings inside that room say everything. If he was alive when the Vikings still existed, I wouldn't be surprised if he was alive during the time of the ancient Romans!

Zach questioned, and although I wasn’t expecting that from him, he was valid to have asked, “Many mortals... I mean, immortals; sorry for mixing it up; I have heard them to have lived a much longer life.” “That is expected of them,” I said, not withholding my tongue from calling him out for being so slow. I mean, they are immortals for a reason. “I have a period in which I am supposed to live, so you can’t say I am immortal; I am just lucky enough to live for longer.” “So you are like, twenty seven?” “I stopped aging at twenty five; it is a long story.” "So, how old are you now?” “Old enough to be your great, great, great, great, great, great, should I keep going because there are several mo

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.

"A Lore-being age just like normal humans until they reach eighteen, they become immortal at this age. But even so, they can still be killed. When they are fully immortals, they are also more aware of themselves, their powers, and their mate if he or she is already born and is of age as well." October nodded. "But what about the dying part? How can they die then come back? Because clearly these two girls are alive." "Oh that, an immortal can die, but only when killed in a specific way. They are reborn, and can be reborn many times, unless a blood ritual is done to prevent. Until they become of age, they won't have any memory."

The use of a firearm is deadly and our shots need to stop our threats for in the world of the supernatural, it’s either kill or be killed. I chew at the bottom of my lips and raise my arm with eyes on my target. A hidden mechanism underneath the abstracts start to move the targets, first to the left and right, at first slowly but then it begins to pick up speed. My arm throbs and my heart pounds. My mind conjures an image of father on the abstract silhouette and I see him smiling at me. The face fades away and it is soon replaced by mother’s. She looks sad. Then I see Freya. She is shaking her head with disapproval. Dylan’ features materialize next and I see his cheeky grin. His features dis

"All they have to do is end you all and they'll get the Blood Moon curse back, sharing among them guardians. It definitely sounded like Stygian, and on it went, "All of you in a place, exactly what I wanted. I know the other two are hiding somewhere here, but not for long." "Let the War of Immortals begin!" The voice added and got faded into hysterical evil laughter. Julian palmed stiffer his axe and waited patiently, while Jeremy had dual blades showered with Emma's light. As the immortals chanted war cries in unity and began rushing on, Jeremy muttered under his breath, "Come on. . . Keep coming, almost there," watching them approach a particular point, he pronounced. "Let the fireworks be

The ruins quaked violently as Erythos stirred, his presence distorting the air itself. Though he was not yet fully free, his awakening reshaped the battlefield, the sky darkened to an abyssal void, the earth split into jagged fissures, and unnatural flames erupted where stone once lay undisturbed. A god was rising, and reality itself recoiled at his return.