Novel & Cerita The Daily Of The Immortal King

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.

Everyone was stunned. How was that possible? The Carefree Immortal King was a king of Silent Hill and had dominated the Underworld for an era. He was a living legend among the trialists, so how could he possibly... kick the bucket in such a crude and brutal way? This was illogical! Let alone the onlookers watching the drama unfold, even Alex was dumbfounded. Was it logical that he had just blown up an Immortal King just like that? ‘Since when did I become so powerful?’

"What a bunch of dreamers! If the resurrection of the Divine Corpse is possible, it would have happened one thousand years ago and not now!" "Stop the excuses, Grandmaster. The Divine Corpse from the Archean Eon has always been an Immortal King. Even though the Divine Corpse fell into slumber after the war, its body remained intact to this day. Souls like yours are its best nourishment. So please return with us, Grandmaster. We don't want to use ways that will end in a lose-lose situation." Xiao Chen's heart dropped. Why would he keep thinking of his Master whenever he heard something about Immortal Kings of the Archean Eon? Moreover, to think that the Corpse Refinery Corpse possessed the in

The person on the throne waved his hand, “The two of you are important figures among immortals. I wouldn’t dare not wait for you.” “We are nothing compared to Your Majesty.” “You jest, Dragon King. Come, take a seat beside me and tell me about your adventures to our little kingdom.” My eyes widened, ‘Little kingdom? No one would think that this is a little kingdom.’

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.

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

“Go ahead but be watchful of the clock. I have just two hours with you” Right. I had a second thought about asking but I was ignorant anyway. It was best I knew. “Is it possible for a Townsend to be immortal?” Another look of disbelief crossed her features. “Are you sure you are reading your text at all?” “Yes I am” “Then you would know only the Royals are immortals” “But this healer… she said she knew the King from before he disappeared”

Her job completed her; she loved being a reaper so she never dwelt on questions she could never find answers to. She flapped her wings and flew quickly, gradually descending as she got close to the Lister building. It was a massive skyscraper made of black metal and glass and it dwarfed all the other buildings around it. Lisa vaguely remembered that some rich billionaire owned the building and several other properties around it. She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know.

"Tomorrow I will burn. And I will do it with a smile on my face, knowing that one day the uncrowned king of prophecy will return. And when he comes, he will bring an end to the wickedness that riddles the land, and free us from our bondage. He will bring darkness upon us and the witnesses shall rejoice to see his glory. And you will know that he is the Immortal." Sethlzaar caught sight of a whisper of smoke spill from the iron where it scraped against her neck. It was faint and thin. He blinked once, and it was gone, like a child's imagination. But what did he know? He was only a child trying to convince an adult. He sighed. "Do you have anything you would like anyone to know?" he asked. "A

Izfar "This is troubling..." Izfar cupped his chin as he scanned through the records of his Majesty's otherworld travel inside the royal library in the palace. A few days ago, apparently his majesty wasn't able to teleport to the kingdom due to connection problems. The symptoms were the same like all the other cases before, blocked pathway by a mysterious black boulder.