Romans & histoires Semi Immortal

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

If they do decide against us, we'll just give the Queens the old heave-ho and deal with it later. Again, delusion. She sighed. You seem to be working under a flawed premise I've meant to speak with you about for quite some time. Sorry? Where was the flaw exactly? It's not like they can really hurt me or anything. I'm immortal. Immortal, yes, she sent. But not invincible. Gulp. Explain? Immortality means you will live forever, and never grow old, she sent. As long as nothing happens to you. That sounded rather final for something I was given the impression would go on and on forever. Why was this the first time I was hearing this information?

They were mysteries that could not easily be seen through, even by great Scholars. The other type of seals was the immortal type. An immortal seal was just as the name implied - it lasted forever. The caster had no right or the ability to remove the seal, neither were they any hidden locks - conditions for removal - that had to be met. Immortal seals were the most brutal of seals since it took the life of the caster and/or a number of other sacrifices to create it. Fortunately for Mane, the seal that had been cast on him wasn’t an immortal one. It was the first kind of seal; it could be removed, but only by the caster.

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

That made sense to me. God, how stupid. Heat floods my face. I glance away, embarrassed by my own naïve assumption. “Are you saying he’s…” I hesitate. The word feels too big, too heavy. But it slips out anyway. “Immortal?” Eleanor turns to me. “I don’t know if that’s the right word. If someone were to kill him, he would die. But age? No. He’s beyond that now. Wolves never got sick, but this is different. He won’t wither. He won’t decay.”

"Now, before you say anything. This club is... different." My brows furrowed. "How so?" Leaning forward, she whispered with uncontainable excitement, "It's an immortal bar. Think about it, Hell, so many other species would be out there. It's the perfect re-introduction to immortal society." "Wow, how... exciting." Her face fell. "It is. I mean... so many species, a lot of... People, immortal society. Yipee." "I hate you." A chuckle left me. Before I could say anything else, she held my gaze and said, "Since you think it's so exciting, you're going to come along with me, right?'

Sharmaine is an immortal, not an ordinary person. "Stop it." The voice rang out.

Unbreakable. Forever.