Semi-immortality Novels & Stories

If they grasped it, then their strength would have a giant leap. Although many people were still unconvinced, they had to admit that Emmett had a clear vision. Emmett glanced at the doubtful crowd and said, "I've experienced more near-death situations than you can imagine, but the competition is still a competition. When the Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd appears, my Fauna Imperial Sect won't be merciful to you. On the road to immortality in the future, my Fauna Imperial Sect disciples also won't fall behind anyone!"

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

"Maybe..." "Yeah," Emilia nods. "Maybe they can. Maybe immortality doesn't have to be as lonely as you think. I'm sure there are plenty of things one could do to make eternity enjoyable. I mean, it's like you said. Just think about all the things they could do and see. They have all the time in the world, and what do they have to fear? They're immortal, they can't die. They have all the chances that life has to give."

“I’ll believe you. Whatever it is, I’ll believe you.” He looked up into her eyes, and he finally seemed to believe her. He looked back down at the water for a very long time, until once again, he was ready to talk. “I am an Immortalist. I come from a family of Immortalists. We have been alive for nearly two thousand years. Our name, though, is deceptive: we are not immortal. None of us. Our life span is finite. Two thousand years, exactly. In fact, as fate would have it, we have only weeks left to live.”

I'm not interested in that but I just asked. Grandfather shook his head. "The king does not age even in the mortal world he will live forever. But we who became immortal because of his blood cannot do that." He answered me. I blinked. Does that mean I will get old when I return to the Philippines? Probably, I was immortal, but that was because of Elijah's blood. I was turned into a human after rebirth but I reversed back again into being an immortal. "Grandpa, do you know that I have returned to immortality?" I asked him again. I don't know if he knows or not.

Therefore, it is difficult for us to have children with each other. And for that very reason, the Evermore's leader, Brayanlynn (aka my dear father), came up with a solution fifteen millennia ago. What solution? Strictly train each Immortal until they reach the age of 20 (in our timeline). Then send them to the reality corresponding to each Immortal's destiny book. Alone. Without any external help. Only with their knowledge about this reality and the main story of their respective book of destiny. In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end.

“Ella, your rebirth wasn’t just a miracle; knowledge of its function might provide enormous leaps in the study of virtual immortality.” “Virtual… immortality?” Alexander quirked a brow at that. Tony nodded excitedly. “Imagine this—your beloved grandfather passes away at one hundred years of age. But you needn’t mourn; your grandfather may be reborn, with all of his memories and personality intact, in a completely new, lab-grown body.” “No one would ever die!” Anthony said. “We could all live on and on forever, in new bodies. There would be no more grief. No more orphans. No more loss.”

“Why?” I had several reasons myself, but I wanted to know his. “Because immortality isn’t the same thing as invincibility.” His gaze dropped. “When Ezra activated his immortality genes, he still bled. He still broke. He still needed Cadence to stabilize him.” His fingers curled. “But whatever Cadence created…” His voice lowered. “She couldn’t hurt it. Couldn’t kill it. Couldn’t even destroy it. That’s the description of someone invincible.”

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.