The Immortal Man Characters Novels & Stories

Handle security guard Cadell Marcus. But looking at the current situation, Waldo Roy Wizard is not Cadell Marcus's opponent at all. Cadell Marcus pointed out a trick and beat Waldo Roy Wizard into this appearance. And Cadell Marcus's tricks made Allen Old and Big Bear feel cold, and electricity shot out from their palms. Is this human? This is a superman on Earth who still has superpowers. Even Waldo Roy Wizard couldn't stand it, and even the two of them didn't need to be talked about as normal people.

We fought on the side of the gods because of our undying loyalty to them with what they have given us. The opposers came out of the woods as evil and vile creatures. Black and blue bodies that leak from every orifice a black tar, if we touched the black tar we died a horrible and horrendous death. Their eyes were black and deadened. They never seem to die because when they were struck their bodies rose again. The man in charge of this group of defiled creatures? No one knows. But he knows who we are, the ins and outs of being immortal, and I feel like he gets closer to us every day.

Immortal Cravings Part 1-Temptation If there was ever a time to be worried about my safety, it was now. This very moment. Sneaking through the factories. Hunting creatures which shouldn’t exist. Persona Sanguinis. Person of the Blood. Vampires. Well, one kind specificlly. Sanguinis Perfide. Traitor of the blood. Somewhere on this dock, in this seething scent of fish, rubbish and motor oil, was a rogue vampire. A rogue which my boss wanted dead.

Chapter 1: Humans POV: Winston There was something about being immortal that was beautiful. The fact that no one was waiting for you to slip before they could catch your hand. There was no cliche part in any side of your life. You are just alive, nothing to breed on, nothing to feed on. You just stare through the middle of the blinds in your large office, a place you can watch pathetic humans walk and pass with their daily activities all going through their heads.

"Impossible, what are you?" I slowly shifted away from him.. However, he kept on ambling closer.. " What I'm I? " He laughed, " I am immortal and do you also want to know something important?". He stopped walked and suddenly place a hand on his chest. "What do you want to tell me?".. I said, interrupting him from his temporary paralysis.. The man smiled back to me, and said..

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.

"Every member of the Newmans has chosen their path to death. You, in particular, are the most deserving." "No…please—" Trent was terrified. As Kurt prepared to strike, two figures appeared at the doorway. The leading man was tall and imposing. He shouted in a commanding voice, "Stop!" Trent's eyes lit up in relief as he finally recognized the man, his savior. He cried out, "Lord Drayson, save me! Please, save me!" At the mention of that name, the Trumans' expression darkened. It was Charlie, the legendary first-generation divine general who had been an Earthly Immortal for decades. Even Herwig and Kurt could not match his strength.

"Kid, who's the earthbound immortal outside?" Chad quickly replied, "It's Hansen Kara from Karamon." Meran looked puzzled and asked, "What's he here for?" Chad hurriedly explained, "Someone named Landry Wilt wants to use a Dead Man's Piece in exchange for the opportunity to become an immortal ghost!" Meran got up when he heard that. His deep red robes fluttered, and the sinister aura of his body was terrifying. "A Dead Man's Piece is like a badge of the underworld! He has worn it for two years and has less than a hundred days left to live—"

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"