Novel & Cerita Tales Of Immortality

He had even solemnly warned me to stay away from emotionally unstable people, or I would get hurt. But I was a lovestruck fool at the time, so I didn't heed a single word of his advice. In the end, I paid for it with my life. Almost near the end of my past life, Carl had tried to visit me once when I was sick, but he was blocked at the entrance by none other than Horace. "Keep your dirty feelings toward her to yourself. She'll always be mine." Carl's eyes turned red. "But you don't love her! Why do you want to torture her?"

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—"

"Y-your blood!? Do you mean with your dragon's blood? U-using that fairy tale method!?" "It’s not that dramatic, but I had to admit that it was a lot more complicated." Daniel stroked the back of his neck, looking hesitant to say this. "All these fairy tales have something in common: one has to kill a dragon and bathe in dragon blood if they want immortality, wealth, and a long life—whatever they wish. All humans thought so, but that is not how it works. You know, how many humans died after bathing in dragon blood, just like the fairy tales they believe?"

"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.

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

No matter the reason for their inherent wildness, they are a liability and our future already teeters on a knife edge. The humans who seek out immortality hear the stories of average men gaining the speed and strength of a god, they suffer no illness or frailties, heal from near death, and live a splendid life in the notorious Blackledge Castle. It’s a fairy-tale my father perpetuates to bring him more willing sacrificial lambs. “Like moths to the flame.” He chortles over his drink every time a new one arrives.

"Then comes survival, starvation, body readaptation, blood bond, irritation towards human foods but forced acceptance of them. New senses unlock and old ones' shift—and a whole lot more I cannot cover, dear reader. But know this, the first price of immortality is anguish." I shut the book close with wide eyes. Okay, this is crazy. Scratch that, this is very terrific, horrific, brutal, dark, humourless, dangerous, ghastly, beastly...give me more words! Excuse my pardon?! These people are twisted, like insanely twisted. And fate decides to fuck me harder by making Kael enter the room just in time. "You're awake. Good to see you in one piece." He cracks up, a dent of smile on his lips, tugged t

“How old are you, Watcher? Ten years? Do you want to tell me that you are the only one who didn’t know that the Emperor bore a son out of his immortality?” “This is my first time of hearing this” Cassandra said. “Me too.” Bola added. “I can’t believe I have been traveling with idiots,” Gareth laughed. “Immortality,” Bola whispered “Immortality,” Cassandra repeated. Her eyes had widened now. Gareth had stopped laughing and Vera was watching the two as though they had grown a second head. “The stories are true; the stories are true.” Cassandra and Bola chorused. “What story?” Vera asked “The story about the power of gini. It was said that it gives people immortal powers.” Bola said.

"There are rumors scattered through history about him. Some say the same way he blessed himself by blood, he one day became touched, which was why he came to rule for so long. Another rumor that exists comes from one of the titles garnered, that of 'The immortal'. There are those who believe this man truly immortal, incapable of death, and that even after the fall of his people he still walks upon Ayla, meeting people and performing great deeds. Influencing their lives and leaving his marks upon Ayla. Often finding those who are unique, even amongst those that are special, and teaching them arts so old that only one who has lived through time can claim to remember." "And which do you believe