Soul Immortal Novels & Stories

I rant and Azalea presses her finger to my lips and embraces me. "Nothing will happen to you, we will escape this place, you'll see" "Wrong" We both jerk apart at the sound of the guardian's cold voice. "You don't get it do you? You are trapped. There's no escaping this. I'm an immortal, so you can't kill me. You're both going to roam around Azeroth until you die and as for your souls, they'll be trapped here forever" He bursts into laughter and vanishes out of sight.

I asked my grandmother, feeling like this was all a bad dream, because none of this made any sense to me. Tears now pooled in my grandmother’s eyes, as she reaches for me, placing her hand on my shoulder, before she says, “Hades never was able to collect the soul promised to him, because your greatest grandfather was a made immortal, but you were born into this world with a pure soul. As for why he wants you, you’re the first male born of his blood.”

"You can't." "The Soul Transference is a delicate art," Malachi continued, ignoring her horror. "It requires a blank slate. A soul that has not yet fully anchored to the mortal coil. The moment of birth... that split second when the child draws its first breath... that is the window. I will push his infant soul out, and I will step in." He smiled. "I will be born again. A King. Immortal. Unstoppable. And I will have you to thank for the vessel."

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

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—"

"Your mate can become immortal, but it will require her to make a sacrifice." Ambrose stepped forward, about to press The Seer for more information, but at that word - sacrifice. Sephora pulled him back with a hand and shook her head. No more sacrifices - she had sacrificed enough. She could live happily without immortality anyway. Ambrose's eyes softened enough, that she gave him a smile. He nodded his head in understanding, sending waves of comfort to her through their bond. He gave sigh and turned back to The Seer, "But she has received a Soulborn power?" He asked. Sephora braced herself, when The Seer's wicked smile grew larger, stretching her face into something sinister and dark.

His eyes were becoming completely pitch black, her eyes widened when she noticed something black covering his chest and shoulders going down to his left arm. "When I was with that witch, she made me drink a forbidden potion, the potion which is highly disliked by every creature even witches. That potion had an ability to built another soul in you, a soul which isn't given to you from birth but by black magic, that soul is what makes me immortal, because of that soul no one can even harm me." His breathing started increasing as he held his head bending his upper body down as he groaned. "That soul was made for me to control, but I-I ugh! never learned how to control it, and it became a part o

Jordyn's eyes were filled with remorse. “Another question: yesterday I shook this guy's hand, and instantly a red design appeared on his neck. What does that mean?” Glancing down at my teacup. She gave me these big googly eyes and said, “It's called a love flame. It is similar to the mate bond. He's soul-bound to you. He can see, hear, and feel what you are doing. If you allowed him to. Did he notice you were his mate?” She smiled at me.

"Tomorrow I will burn. And I will do it with a smile on my face, knowing that one day the uncrowned king of prophecy will return. And when he comes, he will bring an end to the wickedness that riddles the land, and free us from our bondage. He will bring darkness upon us and the witnesses shall rejoice to see his glory. And you will know that he is the Immortal." Sethlzaar caught sight of a whisper of smoke spill from the iron where it scraped against her neck. It was faint and thin. He blinked once, and it was gone, like a child's imagination. But what did he know? He was only a child trying to convince an adult. He sighed. "Do you have anything you would like anyone to know?" he asked. "A

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.