The Geared Immortal Novels & Stories

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.....

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

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—"

After feeling the terrifying aura from the Green Emperor's Pagoda, Horra's pupils shrank violently and screamed, "That's… that's an immortal treasure!" As an old monster from a sacred land that had dominated the Bleurealm for countless years, Horra had much experience and knew an immortal treasure when he saw one. He had no doubt that the small green pagoda in Severin's hand was the real deal! The power of an immortal weapon was far stronger than a level-five protective divine weapon like the Oculus Blade for the simple fact that it was a magic weapon used by immortals—it contained at least 3,000 rules that allowed it to bear the might of heaven and earth! In the distance, the miserable, blo