The Geared Immortal の小説・ストーリー

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

He grabbed him by his hands and flushed it against the rest who held him down with their claws trusted in his body. "I am Gika, the immortal and so you arrange creatures can't kill me" he roared our as more vampires sped towards him giving him claw cuts from all angles. But his body healed back as he brought out a pistol with silver bullets and shot them as they attacked killing every last of them. "we might need you, but you are kind of lame" that was the last thing he heard before The blood reaching his brain from the spine got cut short and he fainted into the arms of seun and he jumped into the portal.....

“Okay, elaborate.” “My clan heard about the immortal baby,” “And,” “Will you let me finish what I’m saying?” “Okay, just say it.” “Vampire Society has an absolute law that Immortal Babies should be executed. They are seen as a threat. When someone is turned into a vampire, their age will stop and if a baby is turned, they’d stay that age and size eternally. They were a threat because they kill senselessly and will until they're dead.” “What makes her in danger?”

After their short dispute, Matthew, Rain, Gon, and the tomb’s guardian, Theraphosa, were heading inside the very tomb. They were not in the tomb yet, they were walking through a hall that was partially destroyed. Theraphosa was in the lead. “My lord always loved creating unique equipment and devices. Most of them work, and some of them were defective products. The Celestial Gears were the last equipment that my lord made. At the cost of his life.” Theraphosa told them of the history of the Gears from her personal experience.

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?"

(IMMORTAL) “MY TWELVE GUARDIANS AND HOLDER OF THE GODS AND GODDESS. ME WHO IS THEIR PLEDGE MAIDEN AND THE BLESSED DAUGHTER OF THE HEAVENS. WE WILL NOT GET OLD, EVEN IF THE YEARS WILL PASS BY. OUR AGE WILL STOP AT EIGHTEEN FOR OUR LINE IS IMMORTAL, SO THAT WE CAN PROTECT THIS WORLD.” “Immortal.” Whispering the word more than once and many times within the day, she excitedly prepares everything that she needed as her isolation and lies of being dead is what everyone knows about her, and that very word is the title she is now holding.

Hearing this, Arta the Immortal sneered, "Cut the crap. Are you being polite to me now? I'm not letting that Heidi woman usurp the throne." "If you really want to reason with me, just ask Empress Heidi to find me herself." His tone was sharp and unquestionable. Seeing that he was facing a siege and still dared to be so arrogant, General Teka immediately flew into a rage and scolded, "Well, well, since you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless." "Tewa, deploy the Immortals Trap Formation." As soon as he finished speaking, General Teka shot out a beam of light, heading straight for Arta the Immortal.

"Simple. Collect the formation diagrams for the Path to the Zenith and rebuild it to guide the immortals down to the mortal realm!" When Hector heard that, he looked at the person before him. The figure was dressed in a black and gold robe, with a veil covering his face. Surprisingly, there were nine immortal crowns behind his head! "What will I gain?" "On the day the immortals descend to the mortal realm, you will return to your youth and regain the ability to reproduce offspring." "Really?! Then I agree!" "So long as you agree. Open your mind. From now on, I'll personally guide you through this task."

she doesn't give him a chance to say anything before she stabs him. Beauden looks down at the knife in his chest. "Me being immortal also makes me immune to silver. I like that." He wraps his arms around her. She lay her head on his chest Being immortal doesn't stop you from getting infected from the mega box. So hands off." "I got it. Don't touch or go anywhere close to that box." He kisses the top of her head. Outside Zeus, the Gods and Goddesses haven't taken their eyes off Einar and the door. The door opens and Einar steps aside looking at Wisdom and Beauden come out.

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"