The Immortal Has A Guardian Spirit Novel Novels & Stories

I whispered, examining the black part of the sigil. ​The two inner circles had dimmed back to their faint, pale green hue, but the outermost ring remained black like ash. ​Did my blood fail to heal it completely? ​“That layer is permanently spent. We now have only two remaining to guard,” Jules said quietly, a bitter edge lacing his voice. ​“What is this mark?” I asked, tracing the rim of the charred layer without touching it directly. “And why does curse magic trigger it?” Jules let out a deep sigh. “Esmeralda made certain that even if he somehow survived her primary immortality curse, he would spend his final days as nothing more than a mindless, bloodthirsty beast.”

mortals but merely guides their spirits to the next realm, and it is not their place to judge souls or determine what will become of them. "I am a Guardian of Death, neither evil nor good. We do not kill the "mortals," we lead their souls into the next realm." – DARK Life is the experience of being alive, and being attached to it is a life full of battles and dangers, physical as well as spiritual. In God's love for us, He placed an angel to protect the physical, moral, and spiritual danger, to watch, pray without ceasing and guide every human being. "I am a Guardian Keeper; we can offer comfort and guidance in your life. But genuine faith in God and obedience to His holy word will give a ma

And then looked at the fire crackling in front of them. “When the civilizations where young, the Lord of the Heavens chose three gifted humans to protect the chamber of knowledge and history. He chose them not because of their lineage but because for their specific gifts. One could summon any creature, both magical and mythical, another could make the elements stopped as if he lorded it while another controls the elements. They’re called the guardians. Their purpose is to protect the secrets which lies inside the Chamber and only them could access it.” “Why so, mama?” she inquired as she inched closer to her mother.

"As powerful as you?" He doesn’t break my gaze. "Beyond me. And I'm very powerful." "So what do you have to do with this?" I ask, my voice shaking. I’m not even sure to what capacity of powerful I am, or what being powerful means in this Realm. The thought of having magic within me is a concept I refuse to accept. I can’t have gone this long without discovering it.. "After my own father passed, I took over the job of protecting you on behalf of your father,” Stace explains. I don’t dare ask how old he is, or even how time passes here, in this Realm. For all I know, he could be immortal.

Where they beyond saving? “What is your new order? Miranda. Reason with me. If you won’t give me the artifacts to give the Lords then reason with me. Tell me what it is you mean to do. What will the guardians do?” “I will not tell you, I will not give you anything. I want only Sacha. I want you dead, and want out of this place!” He had never heard of a Guardian going mad. She had told me all I needed to know and Sacha would not survive it.

She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust in the warmth of his touch, but the oppressive darkness around them spoke of danger she couldn’t ignore. "If you stay," she murmured, her voice barely audible, "you’ll lose your immortality. Do you understand what you’re giving up?" Lucian’s jaw tightened, his expression fierce and unyielding. "I don’t care," he said, his voice steady, defiant. "Eternity means nothing without you. If I have to face the consequences, so be it." Before she could respond, the shadows around them thickened, shifting with a sinister purpose. A gust of icy wind swept through the cavern, carrying with it a voice low and commanding.

She has been trying since day one to take us back home trying to convince me but no reasons are specified. According to what I came to know about these creatures here. Like werewolves, dragons, etc have a spiritual beast or soul attached to them which can contact its operator, with whose body these are bound. So that's where I conclude that this dark and controlling voice I'm listening to inside my mind is not some illness but a spiritual soul attached to me. I dragged out of my thoughts when I heard Anemia muttered under her breath, "There is one more way to meet a guardian if you crossed the barriers of four."

“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.”

They were around fifty, wandering around the world, living among the human just as the perfect human, still waiting for the sacrifice that could lead them to the path of eternal afterlife to heaven. ********* Author's note. Hello everyone !!! So, here is the completion of the second part of the story, The Immortal Love. Third part is on the way. You can find me on instagram as @Rosechrys5996. Do follow me to know more about my works and to chit chat with me. Trust me, I am a good speaker on chat, hehe. So, stay tuned and stay happy and healthy everyone. Thank you clicking the story and reading it. *******

“She always fed on devotion. But it’s more than that now. She’s becoming something else. The longer this city suffers, the stronger she gets. And if they offer you to her…” Caelan stiffened. “Then we lose.” “No,” he said. “Then the world burns.” The room was silent for a moment. Then I whispered, “We end her. No more running. No more hiding. I don’t care what she is. She’s not a goddess, she’s a parasite. And I’ll rip her out of the roots.” Orion grinned despite himself. “That’s my little Flame,” he said. “All right. So we sneak into a death temple, steal secrets from a possibly insane heretic, take on a cult of blood priests, and kill an immortal monster with a god complex.”