Romans & histoires Simulation Towards Immortality In A Group Chat

"And?" "I'm going to give up my immortality."

"Impossible! This is just a coincidence! My husband's already dead. I'm sure of it. He died this afternoon!" Her panic was practically bleeding through the screen, and the members of the group chat immediately realized something was wrong. How would she know that? "He's already dead? Your husband died this afternoon, and you're already back here, acting like a tease?" "Hold on. What do you mean by that? How do you know he died this afternoon? Did you see it happen?" "No way… Did you actually do something? Did we just watch a murder happen in real time?" The group chat blew up, only to fall into a strange, sudden silence in the next second. Some people started leaving the group chat, while ot

“Tell me Miss Raven, do you have an idea what immortality is? Speak freely, I won't hurt Damien’s little princess,” “I don't,” I answer. “Of course you don't. You humans die of old age too quickly. My brothers and I, we have tasted immortality and have lived for centuries, do you agree we should just give that up to keep one little human alive?” he looks at me. I gulp. “I don't understand,”

He eyed Darren, then me, “—will pass it to your mate. Your offspring, too, probably.” “Are you saying we’re immortal?” Darren asked quietly, concern flickering across his face. Sven nodded his head. “You can die. But you won’t age. You’ll see your friends, your pack, all dead before you even wrinkle. Are you immortal? Who knows, but close enough to it. Sometimes the gods’ blessings come with teeth.” I laughed, because it was that or scream. “So, I’m going to be a wrinkly monster with no friends—”

I killed the old bastard, which means the Academy is now following the memory of a male who wants something and is no longer following actual orders. “Please, he’s not dead.” Harmon laughs; it's quickly followed by a choking cough which makes me think her injuries are serious and are starting to affect her system. “He’s fucking immortal, you moron!” I roll my eyes and Low snorts into the whisky bottle. There are many things in this world that defy the laws of science but immortality is not one of them, it's not possible to live forever and if it was, shifters would have that knowledge before humans. If long-term life were possible, we wouldn’t be on the brink of extinction, and our past scie

Just as he was about to step back inside, a red message was blasted on the world channel for all players to see.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

"We talked about this. You'll live a fairy lifespan, remember?" "Right." I felt my face go slack. "I forgot for a second." "I guess you no longer have to use abbreviations," he said gently. "Among other things." I gave a huffing laugh. "Welcome to immortality,"—his starry eyes twinkled—"where we use long words in our long conversations; the longer the better." "Thanks," I said and sighed. "What is it?"

Grant echoes in my head. "You're weak." I hear Grant once more trying to take over, trying to shift but I was already weak. I nodded as Tera smiled. "What's going on?" Camila steps in the tense conversation. "What are you giving to her?" She added looking confused. "Immortality." Tera echoed.

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"