The Geared Immortal Novels & Stories

The gene, made the man sitting next to her, scratch her skin hard and he did and it made her skin bleed but it was healed as soon as it was scratched. She immediately, placed her hands over her cheeks but that was of no use now. Hadius had already seen what he shown by the gene. He knew what kind of person holds that kind of power. A devilish smile crept on his lips and now he knew what he should do in order to get that immortal life even after his death. He wasn't scared of the death anymore cause he knew what can make him immortal now. He had ordered, the gene to take away his soul before Briada would take it away.

Charlie was crying from happiness, witnessing how lucky Cass was from that explosion. "I can't die, Charles. Even if you hit me with a brick, I won't die." Cass answered. "Stop joking! We are at war, anyone can die from this!" Charlie said. Cass stared at him and the crew. "I'm serious. I'm an immortal, and I'm 1,999 years old already." Charlie snickered. "You're joking again, Cass. That is good, you're well and you're trying to ease us up."

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

’’ Before I could reply, he said ‘’ I see you’ve met THEM,’’ he stated, his voice turning into a whisper ‘’What?’’ ‘’You know, the immortals’’ he tilited, confused ‘’ The immortals?’’ ‘’ I’m guessing that you haven’t heard about them?’’ ‘’No’’ ‘’Well, you should stay away from them, unless you are one of those crazy about them’’ He said, rolling his eyes ''They might be rulers of their kingdoms, but I wouldn’t get involved with them; they are cursed,‘’ he whisphered

“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.

"Me?" My voice squeaked. "You want me to use this stuff on you two?" Ty nodded. "Good idea. I'm always up for a little game playing. I imagine this stuff is designed to withstand immortals?" "Yep," Kaz replied. "All heavy-duty and magic reinforced - except the silk scarves I asked them to stock in the cupboard. Any of us could rip through those like tissue paper." I narrowed my eyes at him. "So what's the use?"

he asked. “No, the medicines are not helping me. I have a headache, but I can manage.” “You should rest first.” “No, I’ll be fine.” Hunter noticed and heard them so he approached them. “Aren’t you supposed to have stronger immune system now that you’re immortal?” “Hunter! Low down your voice! Someone might hear you!” Aleister said. “I’m almost whispering! How low do you want my voice to be?!” Hunter sarcastically said but Aleister just glared at him.

“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.”

Muna projected, pointing toward a massive subterranean spire in the distance. We left the recovering pack and descended into the "Primal Gear": the planet's core. It was a massive vertical engine of ancient corporate design, its cogs the size of mountains and choked with eons of rusted resonance-dampening slag. The entire world was struggling to turn against this artificial friction. "It’s a 'Resonance Dam':" Kaelen rumbled: his silver eyes narrowing as he saw the central gear. "They didn't just mine the planet; they caged its pulse."