The Geared Immortal Novels & Stories

The risk of killing a path out of thousands of zombies was naturally great. "The immortal spirit is the platform, and the flesh and blood are the ranks. They just fell on their own way." Flame Gordon knew Caspian's mood, so he came over to comfort him. "There is no other way." Emmett Breathnach also said at this moment, "In the future, if we have the chance to break through the peak of the Amethyst Palace Realmand ascend to the Immortal Body position, a closed-door meditation will take a hundred years.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Are we touchy about our age?” He chuckled. “Hardly, though I don’t want you to use it against me like I said.” Honestly he had a feeling that her being a mortal creature was going to think it impossible once more hearing his age. He carried what was known as the immortal gene. Until he received enough damage, or something powerful enough to kill him he would not die. He would not pass to natural aging or sickness. Others of his kind would age but slowly. They were a very long lived race.

Zamiel jibbed coldly. He's of course gonna be cold. I mean, his first love was also the Chosen One and was already classified as a goddess until she sacrificed her life as a peace treaty between the human and the Immortals. Poor Zamiel. "She already unlocked the poison ability? How come?" I asked in shock. “How'd she come about soaking a dagger in Cicuta and Rhododendron?” Zamiel fumed. Ohh...he's right! Why didn't I think about that?

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” 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 a

“Witches, fae, full-blood vampires, wolves… you know, everyone who has an actual place. No halfs, except me.” He didn’t argue. Which told me he was thinking the same thing. Alpha Cole and a couple of enforcers stood off to the side, watching like they were making sure I didn’t bolt. As if running would help. The portal closed within seconds leaving me alone with Davorin. “Here.” Davorin pressed something small and metallic into my palm. I looked down—it was a chain bracelet, blackened silver, simple but warm from his skin. “What is this?” “A protection ward.” He says. “It will keep you safe.”

“But we sealed the only crypt in Bellford.” Dr. Harcourt smiled thinly. “The Ember Circle was never confined to one locale. These cells awaited the one who could rekindle the true flame and it seems they think it is you.” He handed them a small metal talisman stamped with the entwined sun and moon symbol. “Bear this. It may grant passage or draw unwanted attention.” Alexander studied the talisman. “If they mean to bind us to their old oaths” “—we refuse,” Isabelle finished, voice steady. “But we cannot ignore this.” She folded the fragments carefully. “Prepare for a journey. We depart at dawn.”

Andreus said the footprints in the dust belonged to a female, but when Alexavian intended to investigate, he quickly said he swept the floor out of nostalgia. ​Nostalgia. Of course I was the only one stupid enough to believe such an obvious lie. ​He had been so easygoing over the past few days that I had completely forgotten how utterly dangerous and perceptive he could be. ​“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced my lips into a smile, widening it to match his. “I’ve never heard anything about immortals.” ​“Then do you happen to know—” ​“That is enough.”

he replied to me. "Don't you have any other medicine for infections like this?" I asked him again. I know there isn't, but there might be. The nurse shook her head. "If an immortal gets sick or injured, it will be easy to heal. But like this, it is difficult, especially because the cause of their injury is unusual. Only the seed of life can save them, but the seed is limited so it cannot be just use it," he answered me and I didn't know what to think.

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.