The Immortal Man Characters Novels & Stories

Charlie was crying from happiness, witnessing how lucky Cass was from that explosion. "I can't die, Charles. Even if you hit me with a brick, I won't die." Cass answered. "Stop joking! We are at war, anyone can die from this!" Charlie said. Cass stared at him and the crew. "I'm serious. I'm an immortal, and I'm 1,999 years old already." Charlie snickered. "You're joking again, Cass. That is good, you're well and you're trying to ease us up."

The intimidating stout old man with snow-white hair said, "Ding Hao, the Saber and Sword Addict, is not an ordinary person. Don't provoke him if you want to survive. This time, we will enter the immortal land together. You must remember to find a way to meet me as soon as you enter the immortal land." "Yes," the young man in the white fox-fur robe replied. In fact, he was thinking that once he entered the immortal world, he wouldn't contact this old man again. As long as he became an immortal, he wouldn't die or be killed. At that time, he wouldn't be bullied by this ill-tempered old man. When they were talking to each other, the intimidating stout old man with snow-white hair also took out

He shouted, "You really want to go down together like this? No one's going to get anything good out of it! None of the dead souls in all of Morrison Hollow will let you go!" "Whatever." Amelia didn't really care. Anyway, she already had plenty of karmic burdens outside the formation, so a few more from these bad guys didn't make a difference. The old man was really scared this time. He had never seen anyone from an immortal sect act so stupid before. Just for a Callie, he had to make sure they all died. "You couldn't kill us! We would grow back! No one could do anything!" In a panic, he could only shout like this!

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

“You insolent fool! The apostle of Dazzle, the Witch Doctor, is the king of traditional medicine, also known as the Immortal Doctor. The Immortal Doctor can never be disrespected. Consider yourself lucky that I only gave you a slap!” Jim clutched his face and looked on in horror.

Further down the table lounged Lord Cassian, the vampire prince, pale and sharp-eyed. Creatures who had ruled their own territories for centuries. Yet now they watched her. Seraphine walked slowly toward the throne. Each step echoed across the chamber. At the far wall, leaning casually against one of the stone pillars, stood the man who should not exist. The Immortal. His dark coat moved slightly as he shifted his weight, arms crossed. His silver eyes were fixed on her, unreadable as always. Even surrounded by monsters and kings, he looked like the most dangerous being in the room.

“That ended soon enough.” Maru smiled and continued his journey. He visited countless Primal Authors that gave no system towards their children whatsoever but only dao paths to follow. Maru lost count how many life stories he had watched and spied upon until he finally met the one final person who has taught him how to escape the confines of this cage. He was simply called as The Man. An Evil Immortal from beyond this small pond. “At last. I found you long enough.” Maru sighed deeply and began reading through the memory fragments of the fallen.

An immortal. I’ve learnt how to decider an immortal from a mortal. It’s rather easy, to be honest. Because an immortal is the most foreign looking person you will ever see. And the man staring back at me, eyes as blank as a slate, is an immortal. I would bet my own life on it.

I remain with my back pressed against the fridge, not desiring to go anywhere that is outside of his proximity. I swallow audibly. "I'm just asking..." "I'm immortal, and you're mortal," he reminds me, as if he senses I’m in a trance and wants to draw me out of it before I do something I will regret. "I'm also a Sin, and you're not."