Semi-immortality Novels & Stories

Ding! {Extended Lifespan unlocked.} "Huh?" Ivy blinked, clearly caught off guard this time. Her brows furrowed slightly as curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Does that mean… I can't die in this world?" she asked, her tone laced with both excitement and disbelief. Ding! {It means you will not die easily, host.} {In the first apocalypse, you survived for ten years before dying.} Ivy's expression stiffened slightly at the reminder.

“The people who discovered that human memory could survive after death.” Lucien frowned. “That’s impossible.” “No.” Richard looked at him. “That’s why your memories kept returning.” Lucien went still. Richard continued. “The first family didn’t build Sovereign to control humanity.” “Then what did they build?” “A way to preserve themselves.” Seraphina stared at the black box. “They wanted immortality.” Richard nodded. “But it failed.” “Why?” “Because memory isn’t a soul.” He looked at Zero-D. “It couldn’t preserve the person.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are we touchy about our age?” He chuckled. “Hardly, though I don’t want you to use it against me like I said.” Honestly he had a feeling that her being a mortal creature was going to think it impossible once more hearing his age. He carried what was known as the immortal gene. Until he received enough damage, or something powerful enough to kill him he would not die. He would not pass to natural aging or sickness. Others of his kind would age but slowly. They were a very long lived race.

Owing a favor from him would place her in a terrible place. Worse, everyone around Little Yin was weak. Everyone could die easily. She just had to blink, and who knows where everyone would be? The laws of this world were incomplete, and the strongest existences were pseudo-immortals who were simply big ants among this continent filled with ants. Pseudo-immortals would die the same way as mortals, without getting a chance to remember their past lives. Yin wanted to change that. She wanted companions in her immortal journey. She wanted to reconstruct her Church of Love. Sadly, just as she was starting to impart her knowledge, war broke out.

He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good and not for the bad. I also believed that you would use your best judgement to use the

Williams scoffed. "You humans think so easily. Do you think it is that easy? Seems like he didn't tell you the most important thing." "What important thing?" "If you die, he dies, if you don't die he still dies. But there is a difference, If he doesn't get your stars, his powers that keeps growing in him will reach its limit and boom!" He paused, "It will explode. Not only does he gets out of the face of the earth, his soul is wiped out of existence and he won't reincarnate neither will anybody who ever knows him be able to remember him. That will be the same fate for Dillan since they share the same fate." Mr. Williams said with a smile.

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

“Your consciousness woven through the system. You won’t age. You won’t die. You won’t be alone, but you won’t ever be free.” Immortality. At the price of self. The spine pulsed brighter, reacting to my fear. “Stability increasing,” it said. “Heir assimilation at forty-three percent.” “No,” Elliot said hoarsely. “No, no, no Cassie, listen to me.” I turned my head toward him, every movement heavy, like gravity itself had doubled. “You have to destroy it,” I said. His eyes widened. “What?” “You said there was an access point,” I whispered. “A way to end this.”

I continued down the list, marveling at the darker utility assets: > [Memory Blur Card — 1,005,000 IP] > Description: Allows the Host to selectively obscure or corrupt a specific recent memory from the target's mind. The targeted memory decays into a vague, unconvincing dream-like sequence over a six-hour period. > My eyes widened in absolute awe. "Unbelievable," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. That single card offered ultimate insurance against exposure. If a target ever began to piece together the threads of my deception, a single activation could sanitize the entire breach without leaving a trace of psychological trauma or physical evidence.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”