The Bored Immortal Novels & Stories

He's an Earth immortal afterall. I went to the bathroom and sat in the water. I steamed it with my power and started thinking. Is it really an infatuation? What if Ella sacrifices herself just like Aster did? What would happen when she finds out she's our Target? What if....? I kept rummaging my brain for an answer but couldn't find one. Suddenly, I felt a chilling breeze and the water froze instantly. I was caught in the middle of the ice as shackles covered my legs.

“You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long before you die. Tell me, Drogo… you miss being immortal, don’t you?” My jaw ticks. “If you were still immortal, that poison would have no effect on you,” he says. “You’re wrong," I counter. "I don’t miss being immortal. Not with the price that came with it.” My breathing steadies after healing enough. “Those periods of time were replays of what your father did to me. They broke me every day until the goddess sent me mercy.” “I heard you cursed the moon goddess every night. And now you are taking her side?” he asks.

Didn’t bother him. He spent his days fiddling with formations the sect elders couldn’t be bothered with, feeding a scrappy little one-eyed fox he’d found his second winter alone, patching things too stubborn to stay fixed. The fox—he called it Nothing, because he was determined not to get attached—only stuck around because it drew blood from anyone else who tried. Yijun didn’t miss people. Sometimes he missed the idea of people, who they could’ve been, if the world was different.