Seven Immortal Sins Novels & Stories

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

"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."

She reopened the door and sauntered cautiously into the somber and dark ambiance of the gray and black-themed bedroom. It was cold, bleak, and dark inside. So quiet, Keira felt cold chills as the darkness engulfed her. It was the most piercing darkness ever and it wasn't just the darkness that was the absence of luminous light, however, this was the sinister and mysterious type of darkness and it matches perfectly, the personality of the person that'd directed her there. Keira dug her hand into her jean pocket and fished out her cell phone and she turned on the torchlight.

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."

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

Salden, his aide said to him. Kalta stared at his aide and without a word spun around and headed for the hall. "We hail thee, the end of all beginnings." The Death Angels all said in reverence as Kalta walked to take his seat. "Our kingdom, our realm, and our legacy is at war. However, this is not a war against another kingdom or realm, this is a war against an abomination that was committed by our former and weak Lord Adonis. He fell in love and had a child with a woman. The presence of this child had brought in a greater threat into our Kingdom, the Espino."

But seeing him, his black hair shining and his skin glimmering, he looks ethereal. He was staring at me, and amusement was evident in his eyes. This is the first time that I saw him very happy with just his eyes alone. So I wasn't surprised when he suddenly pulled me and kissed me. He gave me a passionate kiss as we floated in the air. We were both panting after the kiss. He leaned forward and our foreheads touched each other. "I love you." He whispered to me. "I do too," I replied to him while savoring the moment. But no matter how blissful this feeling is, this is a sin that I committed. The unforgivable immortal sin.

Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts. There was no protocol for what Lisa had just seen. She had never heard of anything like that happening in all her time as a reaper. Humans were born, they lived and they died, the end. That was the iron law of the universe that every human was subject to without exception. Of course, some could get lucky and survive fatal incidents but no one was so lucky that their wounds instantly healed. Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.