The Immortal Man Characters Novels & Stories

“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.

“Three centuries old, and you still have the palate of a child.” “Precisely why I should have one. No tooth decay, one of the few perks of immortality.” When I ignored him and turned toward the open balcony window, his eyes widened. “Hey hey! Don’t throw it out! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get that recipe right?” I paused halfway to the balcony, a faint curl of amusement touching my lips at the genuine horror in his eyes. “Why should I care?” “Let’s make a trade,” he bargained quickly, sitting upright. “I give you information, you give me back the bowl. Deal? It’s about Lorraine!”

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”

After multiple failed attempts to get answers from him, the brother, in a fit of rage, took a kitchen knife and killed Jason in a desperate outburst. In the end, the knife found its mark on Jason, as though fate had deemed it so. We also learned that Renee and Stella, along with Lawrence, had left the country illegally from the police. It seemed like they took the money and fled to live it up abroad. They probably would not come back in this lifetime. However, with Lawrence being the compulsive gambler he was, I doubt that money will last long. A desperate gambler was capable of anything, and no one could predict what he would do next.

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." It shook its head. "It's not like that." He initially responded to me. "Over time, a lot has changed, Alessia. I wanted to just go back to the Philippines. But a lot happened. I was given the chance to become immortal. That was a bit difficult on my part because if I choose to be immortal, I will give up my humanity. But I also agreed in the end because I had more important things to think about than myself. That's why I became immortal, two years ago." He told me a story.

I knew lots of immortals had served in wars. There have always been a few humans who knew about us and were willing to make use of our special abilities. Most immortals were given special assignments rather than serving in the trenches since they couldn't afford to have humans see them regenerate if they were wounded. I was absolutely sure some of those "special assignments" had been pretty horrible. I picked up his hand and kissed it then changed the subject. "Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?"

He was holding Jacob in his arms. Behind Harold, Susan smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you." I froze in place. The cold night breeze swept through the living room, chilling me to the bone. "Why are you bringing them back here?" The words came out through gritted teeth. They pushed us out everywhere else, and now they wanted to invade the only space Yvette and I had left? At first, Harold avoided my gaze, but after hearing my question, he frowned and suddenly acted self-righteously. "Jacob's condition is unstable, so he needs me around.

"But they will not get far. The estate is fully locked down." Marcus came back. He was smiling. It was such an unexpected thing on his serious quiet face that both Damien and I looked at him. "BW 4471 stroke 09 is registered to a Patrick Hale," Marcus said. "Dr. Patrick Hale. Your mother's physician." The floor felt unsteady under me.

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.