The Great Immortal Novels & Stories

"Simple, to create other beings and the first thing he created were the six gods. Ashton, the gods of dragons also known as king of fire. Asmodeus god of the demons and the king of hell, Zachary god of sorcerers. Rosalyn goddess of the vampires and known as the blood queen, and Iris goddess of the fairies. Last of course is Kamaria aka the moon goddess and my mother." Simion and I sat still for awhile processing on what she just told us. I reach over to his hand to hold it to reassure not just him but myself as well. As I touch Simion hand his first reaction was to flinch but calmed down fast when he looked at me. He held my hand tightly. "I'm sorry Skylar but if Kamaria is your mother, then

Prince Aurin's master had made some pretty big claims, and then Darryl had said that Wiz Immortal's plan would not work. Empress Heidi was greatly irritated as well. That crazy Barely Immortal truly did not know his place. "Interesting!" Then, Wiz Immortal snapped back to his senses and sized Darryl up. "You must be the master that Lute Belle got for Prince Aurin—Barely Immortal." "I've heard that otherworldly gods are incredibly wise and powerful. Are you saying that my plan will not work, and yours will?" Wiz Immortal seemed courteous as he said the word, though his gaze flashed with mockery.

I told her, as I began to gently flip through his entries. “My greatest grandfather is the one that spread his immortality among the humans he deemed worthy of his gift, as they set forth procreating more of our kind. But this vampire didn’t come from the blood of one made from my greatest grandfather.” She explains to me, and I realize what she is trying to tell me. “He was made an immortal by the Gods, just like your greatest grandfather.”

He walked in usual majestic demeanor. "Goodbye, Lord Adonis." Lord Adonis returned to the palace of ice and soul with satisfaction in his heart. Everything was going smoothly according to his plan. He has a chain of girls that could be his temporary antidote in death's realm and in the human realm. He had magicians looking for Elkanel, he can now rest easily knowing fully well it was just a matter of time.

You have your orders, find those that are marked and bring them to the island, the rest of them eliminated. A great roar went up as they organised into platoons and headed across the border nowhere would be safe for the humans they had brought about their own destruction. The Immortals were organised and powerful, they had immense strength and they had the numbers now that they had their Alliance the humans really did not stand a chance.

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

She walked towards him like an elder about to impart some words of wisdom to a child. “Ok I’ll try my best not to interrupt you” he meant it this time “You better not" she inhaled deeply before she began “Where am from there are different beings that exists there, prominent and dominant among them are what you call gods, now they control everything that goes on that realm. They’re powerful,terrifying well some of them are but what I am trying to make known to you is that they stand above the others. Now among them is a separate race of beings called Anti-gods, they’re fewer in number but still they hold some authority. They’re what you may call police as they keep the gods in check to make s

The room was silent, towering shelves filled the room. Tall shelves filled with a variety of books. From thin books to those that are as thick as cardboard, there are also books on the shelf. And those who become the most immortal inhabitants will usually be very rarely touched. The big lamp right in the middle of the building made a bright impression on the room.

It starts with us, and ends with us. And that is the finale of battle of the immortals. It ended tragically, but it was for a greater good of the world.

"Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?" "Yeah, the whole overlapping generations thing takes some getting used to, I guess. Mostly we just say cousin and ignore the details." "All these years I never knew there were immortals who lived like this," I told him. "Not always moving, changing identities, living alone. It's like I've been in a box for the last century."