Novel & Cerita The Daily Life Of Immortal King

“But this healer… she said she knew the King from before he disappeared” Now the look of disbelief transformed to one of irritation. “She is only bluffing. The only immortals are the royals. Every other immortal sacrificed their lives for the sustenance of Townsend which were just two at the time. Immortality is passed on from reign to reign. Meaning if King Xanthanius was to pass down his crown to the next Townsend, he would make the Townsend an immortal as the way the previous ruler had made his family immortal under the order of Hecate coronation. Another story you would come across while reading. This is done in case unfortunate events occur to the ruling Townsend, there would be a repla

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

But that doesn't mean she's living the part, in her stories, the littles are more dependent and they are more on the softer side but not my little girl, not her of course. I was bored, it's not just the humans that get bored, we immortals get bored as well, we have all eternity to live through and being alone is very boring, being lonely is the worse feeling ever for humans and immortals. Being a king doesn't have its magic or pleasure without a queen, it's not the sex I'm craving, if I want sex, there are a lot of willing bodies who would lay with me willingly, but it's boring, it's lacking the emotions and the life in it.

he responded, flexing his fingers effortlessly. Turning to the crowd, I mused aloud, “Imagine, if I record the king’s name into my database now, at his age of 30. What if, in a decade, when he is 40, I use his ‘name’ while he is still 30 to reconstruct his body? What will happen?” The king, who had been watching intently, suddenly stood up, realization dawning in his eyes, “That means, we can be immortal!”

Domenico I guess you could say Selene sealed my fate and I’m running out of time, which is laughable considering the fact that time has never meant anything to me, of course, in the past. My life up until this point had flowed like an endless river because I was an immortal king, with each day being guaranteed by the one before it. But not anymore; my mate showed up, and she wasn’t anything as I expected. A human. A stupid little girl who has a lot to learn.

“Emmett managed to come up with an explanation to satisfy the king’s questions. He said that a sorcerer was not able to use the magic on themselves because the ability to cast spells shortened their life spans considerably. Most sorcerers and sorceresses weren’t able to live past 40 years old. And to be an immortal required sacrifice. Since Emmett had no family, he had no one to sacrifice.” I tried to make sense of it all. Was there any truth to that? If Emmett hadn’t died in the woods, would he have passed away by age forty? “Was the king convinced?” I wondered. Kaleb shot me an impish frin. “He did. He began to consider the idea greatly. Living eternally meant eternal power. If he were to

The Immortal shook his head slowly. “No.” Seraphine frowned. “But the messenger said” “He serves the First Immortal.” The room went silent. Seraphine felt the weight of that realization hit her all at once. “You’re telling me…” Her voice dropped. “…that the First Immortal isn’t the king.” “No.” The Immortal’s eyes darkened. “He’s just the general.” A cold wave ran through her. “Then who’s the king?” For a moment, the Immortal said nothing.

She will be my mate. The Council looked shocked at his words, but no one dared oppose him, power oozed from him. He had waited all his life to challenge and take this Crown, now he was King, the Immortal World was going to do things his way. The Immortal Army was vast, they stretched as far as the eye could see. Immortals of every species stood together before the mighty Dragon King. Standing tall he roared the Viking battle cry breathing fire into the sky, ‘Soldiers of the Immortals. It is better to die with honour than live with shame. To Valhalla this day we ride!’

He slightly bows to me, but his presence is very dark and commanding. "Excuse me King Simion, but they're waiting for you in the Kings office. Ryan has already escorted Lucian and Darius there. My name is Brayden Mason and I'm the head of the royal family warriors. Please follow me." As I follow Brayden, I was hit with a scent of lavender and the smell of the forest in the morning sunlight. It was faint but still enough to make me stop. Is this the smell of my mate? My heart starts to pound in my chest and I slow my walk searching for the source of the smell.

There wasn't a method of dying in this world that I haven't tried, but none of them worked. My immortality is a curse I cannot break. Since I couldn't die, I decided to at least make my kingdom, the kingdom of Tarsus, function. I had thousands of doctors and hospitals under my payroll. They supplied my people with blood every month so we didn't have to hunt like animals. But even a king gets tired. Every hundred years, I go into a deep sleep. It was the only way I could save myself from the crushing weight of my memories and the insanity that follows them.