The Bored Immortal Novels & Stories

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." It shook its head. "It's not like that." He initially responded to me. "Over time, a lot has changed, Alessia. I wanted to just go back to the Philippines. But a lot happened. I was given the chance to become immortal. That was a bit difficult on my part because if I choose to be immortal, I will give up my humanity. But I also agreed in the end because I had more important things to think about than myself. That's why I became immortal, two years ago." He told me a story.

Why did she give him power, immortality, strength beyond measure—but leave his soul to rot unloved? He rose from the throne slowly, the heavy black cape embroidered with ancient silver sigils trailing behind him like stormclouds. The guards snapped to attention, but he didn’t see them. Didn’t acknowledge them. His eyes were fixed on the balcony at the far end of the hall, where the night stretched on endlessly. Outside, the wind was cruel and sharp, slicing across the high cliffs where his fortress rested like a crow’s nest above the world. He gripped the stone railing, letting the chill bite his skin. It was better than feeling nothing.

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

Siri said as she walked over and sat on the bed next to me. “I thought I would," I admitted as I sat up in the bed and looked at Zander. “The pain of losing you was too much.” I looked at Persephone then. “How did I do all that?” “I have limited power over the earth and weather. The Demon who fathered your father was the original fire Demon, the only other immortal I know of besides yourself who is immune to incineration. Now I believe there is only you. It seems that through your blend of immortal breeds, you may be more powerful than any immortal I’ve ever known,” she said calmly.

"You can't just—" "Can't?" Ember's head tilts with dangerous curiosity. "Little wolf, I am a dragon. I can do whatever I want. This is my mountain, my territory, my rules." She settles back on her haunches like a cat preparing to play with prey. "And right now, I'm bored. Do you know how tedious immortality becomes? How dull existence is when you've seen everything, done everything, burned everything at least twice?" Oh no. This isn't a hostile dragon. This is worse. This is a bored dragon looking for entertainment.

He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good and not for the bad. I also believed that you would use your best judgement to use the

she doesn't give him a chance to say anything before she stabs him. Beauden looks down at the knife in his chest. "Me being immortal also makes me immune to silver. I like that." He wraps his arms around her. She lay her head on his chest Being immortal doesn't stop you from getting infected from the mega box. So hands off." "I got it. Don't touch or go anywhere close to that box." He kisses the top of her head. Outside Zeus, the Gods and Goddesses haven't taken their eyes off Einar and the door. The door opens and Einar steps aside looking at Wisdom and Beauden come out.

Until, by some miracle at some point, boredom becomes so viscous that dismaying him would be almost impossible. But he would keep counting, boredom was his curse for being immortal. For being weak. As he watched the stars, they were no longer stars. Becoming a purple immensity and soon after a radiant blue, then the blue became an orange rose and eventually they would return to being stars. And it happened over and over again, until the demon began to wonder what the hell he was doing with his supposed life.

Every day feels like a monotonous existence as I wander aimlessly through the world, disconnected from the joys and passions that once defined me. Nothing can hurt me, and no one can kill me. I am an empty vessel, devoid of emotions and desires. The absence of pain or death has stripped away any sense of urgency or meaning from my existence. I am trapped in an eternal cycle of emptiness, forever longing for the spark of life that once consumed me. Some might take it as a gift to be immortal, but for me, it's a curse. A curse that I want to get rid of. Every day feels like an endless void as I yearn for the fleeting moments of happiness and purpose that used to fill my days. The weight of imm

His clothing is from ancient times in China, all rags and dirty. The next night, we were surrounded and had difficulty dealing with the ferals because they weren't easy to kill. Before I faced my death again, Boran appeared, and with martial arts moves and magic, he easily defeated ten ferals simultaneously. He's neither demon nor anything inhuman about him, and then he reveals to us that he's a doctor, a divine immortal. I was initially doubtful because of his appearance, but four white wings are involved once he shows his skills. I was in shock.