Novel & Cerita Rise Of Immortals

, we do not need rebellious humans to organise resistance groups, those we capture will be made compliant and obedient, and each Immortal Species will be given a quota of each group to do with as they, please. Every human given out will be registered as clean and healthy to do the job assigned to them it is up to each Species to ensure they remain in that condition. Remember, after the War humans will not be unlimited there will be a strict quota so if you treat them badly and they die they will not be replaced. Now it is time for us to make history, go forward as one my friends, today is our Independence Day!! Viva the Alliance!!'

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

I search through the contacts, looking for Ethan's contact. 'What can you tell me about Rapture?' I text him. I watch as the three dots appear on the screen showing that he's typing. 'The rapture is an eschatological theological position held by some Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end-time event when all Christian believers who are alive, along with resurrected believers, will rise in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. -Wikipedia. I roll my eyes at his response. 'Arse.' I think to myself.

"I'm a vampire, Mo, and you are a living corpse. That's the only term I've ever known for. The man from the castle had long been a vampire before he saw me. I'm not sure why or how, but as a part of some sick game, he decided to clone himself. He looked exactly like me- but we were too different people, in plans and character". His name is Edmond! My shoulders slumped, could it really be? Could all of this just be a sick game of fate? My mind buzzed.

Alex smiled. How could he not know such a simple principle? “What’s the second realm to Imminent Immortal?” “Imminent Immortal... Could it be that it’s the realm after the Tribulation Crossing?” Alex asked. He did not know that there was such a realm as the Imminent Immortal. There was no introduction of Imminent Immortal whatsoever in the legacy that he had acquired from his ancestor. It only mentioned the next level after reaching the cultivation base of Tribulation Crossing would be the Immortalization realm.

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

"What do you mean Grandpa? What changed?" Grandfather sighed. "The mortal world right now is voided with any magical powers. It's the balance of nature. So immortals like us live in a world that mortals can't just enter. If people like me use power outside, that will create a butterfly effect. Supernatural events will start to crawl into mankind and it will be the start of the apocalypse. That is the reason why we are here in Wysteria and why it is not visible on any map. We are here to balance the world."

“The relics were part of their essence. Destroying them would mean destroying themselves.” Ryan leaned forward. “So, what happened to them?” “They vanished,” Evelyn said. “Some believe they ascended to a higher plane. Others think they were betrayed by one of their own.” “Betrayed?” Logan echoed. Evelyn nodded. “One of the Immortals grew envious of humanity and sought to control the game for himself. He twisted its purpose, turning it into a trap for his enemies. That corruption is what made the game so dangerous.” --- The Warning

Cae murmured in fear. The Immortals were a group of Fenrir creatures, a race of monstrous wolves who have been in existence since the beginning of time. They were different from the lycans and the werewolves. They were even more powerful than the Wildings, and deadlier than the Reapers. They stayed faraway, in the hills and caves, living in isolation. They only emerged when it was absolutely necessary. If they suspected that Gwendolyn had the slightest connection to a dark, unknown power source, they would kill her.

You have your orders, find those that are marked and bring them to the island, the rest of them eliminated. A great roar went up as they organised into platoons and headed across the border nowhere would be safe for the humans they had brought about their own destruction. The Immortals were organised and powerful, they had immense strength and they had the numbers now that they had their Alliance the humans really did not stand a chance.