The Geared Immortal Novels & Stories

I finally say to her and she laughs and says, “Are we back to these old games? I am no ones. If I was yours you would have made me yours back then and that ship has sailed.” “Has it now?” I asked her as I could smell her arousal from me holding her in my arms. I move my lips to her ear and say, “Why is your body telling me something different?” And then I nibble on her lobe and run my tongue to her neck where I last marked her as mine and I begin to lick and suck on the area, and she relaxes in my hold and bares her neck to me. My teeth elongate and just when I was going to make her mine again but then the door opens behind me, and I stop when I smell the scent of another immortal.

Gareth had done as I instructed: twenty percent of my remaining wealth to him, sixty to my descendants — the few I’d traced, though none knew my name — and the last twenty to the homeless drunks scattered across the lower sectors. Men like me. Men who’d once been something, and then lost it all. If the machine worked, none of that would matter anymore. Ren was pacing as I checked the straps of my harness inside the capsule. The interior of the Chronos Gate glowed with a low, golden pulse. The hum of energy filled the chamber — deep and constant, like the heartbeat of the universe itself. “Are you ready, Mr. Vire?” he asked. “As I’ll ever be.” He hesitated. “You’re coming back… right?”

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

“Help me understand.” “You won’t understand. Release her let her come to me. Let me release you to the well!” There was no reaching her she would not be giving up her artifact, and Guardian Curral’s artifact was inside the well. Legarde would have to come back. He was in no hurry. No one else would be-able to do it. But then there was reason to hurry. Guardian Curral is under no one’s control, had no mage to speak through and would soon become vile. He couldn’t fight in his condition and reasoning would not help. What did she mean? Where they beyond saving?

"I want to activate our old protocol. Ground level observation. The Horrison version, not Cassilas" "Use satellite relay" she asked. "No. Too obvious. We’ll use land relays. I moved the base unit to the greenhouse at Saint Roch. You only need to link it from here" I handed her a small chip, green-gray with a nearly invisible marking, H.O.R R12. "Target" she whispered. I met her eyes. "All movement under ID D7LRA. And every internal Cassilas IP trace from the last six months. Especially those linked to the gala night, the investor selection day, and our wedding day"

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."

The key opens a secret door in the basement which depends on you; are you going to allow humans to enter? The diary, you need it to trace the day, month or year, it is a mysterious diary only given to generations. There is a bunch of it in the secret door. They’ll appear to you if you plan to have a family. Lastly this pocket watch, it will let you travel anytime. Literally, any TIME. Sam we’re immortals... There are a few of us living in this planet. At his first day during 1940, he noticed that the fields were no longer emerald. Houses and establishments were built all over.

"But once there are just a few Immortals when they do twenty years old, after a lot of training, they are sent to a respective world, where they must complete an important mission." For father's sake... "And if they did it right, they will meet their soulmate and will be able to bring their mate with them when they come back to their home in a land above all the worlds, and there, the evermore turns their partner into an Immortal so they can be together." I think I am having goosebumps. How does this person know so much about us? Not only him- but his ancestors... h-how can this be happening? "And you know how they fall into our world? They fall like a shooting star from the sky, in a baby b

"Are you two ready yet." "Sure sis, let me grab my shoes and we can get going." She walks back into the room as Gen and I wait for her. Looking at her I noticed a black leather rope necklace with a silver ring on it. It looked to be a male ring. It was a thick silver ring with some cravings and a blood red stone. "Gen, where did you get that ring? Was it your fathers ring?" I walked over to her and pointed at her neck.

Null could sense the hostility in the other's voice and he knew for a fact the reason why it was directed at him-he wasn't an idiot per se, but sometimes he tend to play with other people's buttons so much that some tend to think that he was one. But at this instance, he would have to play it by ear, even if the person before him was exiled, rendering her almost human, it doesn't mean that she had lost her power. More so, she had gained more of it than when she was immortal.