Tales Of Immortality Novels & Stories

Alex smiled. How could he not know such a simple principle? “What’s the second realm to Imminent Immortal?” “Imminent Immortal... Could it be that it’s the realm after the Tribulation Crossing?” Alex asked. He did not know that there was such a realm as the Imminent Immortal. There was no introduction of Imminent Immortal whatsoever in the legacy that he had acquired from his ancestor. It only mentioned the next level after reaching the cultivation base of Tribulation Crossing would be the Immortalization realm.

“The minds of our ancestors are really something to be respected. To think they managed to come up with a password that can only be broken with different powers… This would make our password with the numbering system seem like child’s play since we wouldn’t know if it needs six kinds of powers, or eight, or even a hundred.” Adrian shook his head as he smiled, while Mya continued, “Then what would its appearance at the church’s hidden room mean?” Once again, Adrian chose to ignore Mya’s question. “The old book recorded a type of power, but I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it before.” “What kind of power?” “According to legend, it’s the art of immortality. These arts give its user the power to

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?"

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

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!"

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

I’m also bisexual but never told a soul. While I was out of town, I let Elijah borrow my MacBook MagSafe charger. I was taking a semester off and rarely used it. A month later it was time to register for classes and my laptop was dead. Elijah was at work so I went into his room looking for the charger. I careful searched as to not make it look like the FBI was looking for the Watergate tapes in there. In his desk I came across what appeared to be a diary. I’m an asshole sometimes I admit. So what did I do? I opened it and read parts of it. Turns out my “straight” roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting.

As you know most True Blood wolves are immortal, right? Every word that tumbled out of Earl's mouth left me wishing he would shut up. Curiosity killed the cat and it sure as hell allowed Earl to continue on with whatever it was he was ranting on about. ''Mmh." I hummed. ''Well, Terror is also immortal but when he was born, he was born of spirit without any subconscious to take up and as you know wolves who are born of spirit are very powerful. It took Terror a very long time to find a subconscious worthy of his power.''

"Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?" "Yeah, the whole overlapping generations thing takes some getting used to, I guess. Mostly we just say cousin and ignore the details." "All these years I never knew there were immortals who lived like this," I told him. "Not always moving, changing identities, living alone. It's like I've been in a box for the last century."

At the same time, a golden gem in the wooden box with a broken lock shone brightly illuminating the room—as if offering itself in a time of peril. The Philosopher's Stone. And without the two of them knowing, Zaha Serpentes overheard their conversation in the hallway behind their open bedroom door. He remembered a folk tale from the Varanus Continent. The Moon Goddess… and the Sun Eater. A world's strongest man who could devour nine burning suns in the sky, and a woman who swallowed the elixir of immortality to save him—but was imprisoned on the moon and became the Moon Goddess instead… The folk tale was created by a man from the Varanus Continent who had been dead for a long time… but right