Semi-immortality Novels & Stories

“And…... we call any life form that can recall shifting events, Primes” There are infinite dimensions, and to allow continuity of life, it hops aboard through the dimensions. Once a life form dies in one, it resumes in an exact replica, either in a past phenomenon or present phenomenon, and life forms that can recollect these events and use them to their advantages are called Primes. Basically, all she told us was that an immortal is someone that can remember. “Then why save us from Drell” I asked? “Well, for two reasons. One, shifting in a vacuum to another dimension is impossible; you will continue waking up in it and reliving it for eternity. Two, you have seen his face and, with your hel

He even dropped to a crouch beside the merchant, poking his shriveled cheeks. "See, natural death is fine, but did any of you ever specify when?" he asked, shooting straight to the crux of the matter. "For an immortal Entity who lives through endless ages, their entire lifespan may be just a single day for them, and night the end of a lifetime." Elara the halfling burglar trembled right then. "Well, what should we do? We all made the same wish!" "Don't worry." Cassian smiled assuringly as he stood up. "I've researched games like these for the longest time—the key is to interpret the true meaning of the rules and find the loophole that ensures survival.

“Wow. You look good for your age.” “I moisturise,” I replied dryly. That earned me an amused little giggle. “So how does it work? This whole immortality thing?” I shrugged. “You don’t age and you don’t die…but you can be killed, so don’t go thinking you’re invincible now.” “Yes, but…you were born weren’t you? You were a baby…how do you go from an infant to an adult immortal...being?” I sighed and sat upright, turning sideways in my chair so I could look at her. “It’s complicated.”

He just conjectured that they were unkillable before but sadly, that belief had been shattered by what Madame Ais had told him yesterday. "What's an immortal, Madame Ais?" Maru decided to get help. "They are existences who have achieved the rank of a Level 8 Cultivator, Maru. Being an immortal means that time can no longer touch their souls, giving them unlimited lifespan inside their current realms." Madame Ais replied promptly. "Okay." Maru said and he doubted that he could explain that to his sister since he was also grasping at the meaning of those words. "Really, brother!? But for how long?!" Uwyn asked and looked at Maru like he knew every answer to her questions.

I would have flipped my shit if he told me when I first came with him. “When I became a necromancer, I had to die, and when I brought myself back to life, I came back immortal. When you became my familiar, you also became immortal.” My eyes go wide. Okay, that’s not something I saw coming. “I know it feels overwhelming, and I should have warned you beforehand, but you were already so overwhelmed I didn’t want to push you over the edge. I know the idea of forever is intimidating. We can give up our immortality at any time and die of old age. Just remember you can still die, Ari. Immortal doesn't mean indestructible. I have to stay immortal for a bit to make sure our kids and grandkids are set

As it is that being a cyborg would mean that he'd be partly mechanic, he was willing to take the risk just so he could claim immortality. The greatest downfall of Man was death. As a genius, he wasn't just going to wait and watch as he fell down this path. He had to be different. He was different. He'd always believed in his capabilities. He'd successfully completed his design of the “Immortality Generator” (the name of the mechanic he's be using to transform himself). There was only one factor left to fulfill in order to achieve perfection and immortality. This Immortality Generator was a machine programmed to work one into a half mechanic, half human. However, it had a single flaw, and tha

Ann fumbled as they took their seats. "I mean... they live so long but are only ever gifted one heartbound. There are no second chances for them. So, if their mates aren't of Daemon blood or some other gifted race, chances are low that they ever want to fully embrace immortality." Lexi grimaced, "It's pretty brutal, but also explains why so many Daemons are so damn bitter." Ann nodded in understanding, mulling it over as Lexi glanced around the comfortable office. It reminded Ann of the sort of study you would see old grandfathers have in the movies, permeated by the smell of leather and old books gathering dust on the shelves.

What kind of power did my blood hold that he was really going to go this far for it? "My blood....what kind of power does my blood hold that you are willing to go this far for it?" I asked him He smiled at me. "Well, if I want to tell you this, I will need to explain a lot to you," Mason said. "You know, there has always been rumors of an immortality emblem that only appears when the blood of the chosen one is spilled. I always thought that this was just a legend and that there was no way that's something like an immortality emblem existed. How could something that could keep someone alive forever really exist? That was until I stumbled into some old people who confirm the news for me. They

I can’t explain why I felt pity for him. ''Are you ready to sacrifice the lives of your brothers so you can go to the kingdom?'' I asked Maximus. ''Yes, I will do everything that is written inside that book, I want to see my father again,'' Maximus replied. We talk about his mission, other than seeking justice for his father's death, he is willing to do what is written in the book of immortality, which is that they must die in the present time and be resurrected in the kingdom of Prophis, a place where werewolf and the vampire are existing, and attains immortality.

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.