The Immortal Project Novels & Stories

A blue window opened in front of his eyes. (PASSIVE RECOVERY OBSERVED.) (MINOR INJURIES: HEALING.) (SEVERE TRAUMA: RECOVERY INCOMPLETE.) He read it twice. "Can you show me more about Immortality?" he whispered. The interface flickered. (UNIQUE SKILL: IMMORTALITY) Type: Passive / Reconstruction Function: Reconstructs the host following fatal bodily failure. Limitations: Reconstruction requires time. The host remains incapacitated during the process.

“That they’ll take six years of my life and just swallow it. Like, they’ll pull it into what already exists, rename it, cram it into their system instead of letting it change anything. I spent six years on this because I actually thought it was new. If they just—file it away under some boring label, what was the point?” “The work is still the work,” she said. “Doesn’t matter what they call it. You know it’s real. I know it. Zhao knows it. Someone can put a dull name on it, but the truth of it doesn’t change. And even if they take the name, they can’t take the fact that you made it. That’s yours. Nobody can touch that.” He watched her for a while. “You talk like you’re sure of everything,” he

the councilor said, and my attention snapped back to her…and the file in her hand. “Nothing.” She arched a brow at me. “I mean it. Nothing. My mom would never tell me anything about him. He got her pregnant and then ran off and left her. He’s a deadbeat.” “Some of the elders top researchers have been studying your energy signature over the last few months,” she said. “Attempting to discover how you—an alleged human—was able to achieve a partial shift.” “And?” My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame.

Patrick, Alexander, and Amber exchanged puzzled glances, anticipating what Susanne could possibly produce to convince them. "Ever heard of ‘seeing is believing’? This little vial contains something you've probably never laid eyes on," Susanne announced, producing a small vial from her backpack. "What's inside?" Alexander inquired, intrigued. "It's called Immortal Water, crafted by the Trio Alliance Club. Supposedly, one drop per day rejuvenates you, making you feel young again," Susanne explained, proudly displaying the vial.

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

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.

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

He bit his lower lip glancing at the Immortal ahead, “Hey, what business does an Immortal have with us being here?!” “… My heritage,” The Immortal proclaimed, “to protect what may serves as havoc to us and to abolish the sinful inhabitants who will rise and cloak this world in tribulation.” “Tch, where were you when I tore through your puny world at my first visit?” The little figure twisted his mouth as he spoke.

“Okay, elaborate.” “My clan heard about the immortal baby,” “And,” “Will you let me finish what I’m saying?” “Okay, just say it.” “Vampire Society has an absolute law that Immortal Babies should be executed. They are seen as a threat. When someone is turned into a vampire, their age will stop and if a baby is turned, they’d stay that age and size eternally. They were a threat because they kill senselessly and will until they're dead.” “What makes her in danger?”

he said seriously as I was just confused, here I am again, so slow to understand everything. "And who is that? What's the book of immortality?" I asked. He smiled as he looked at me. "It's Freeda, she's the key to mending the broken relationship between the vampire and the werewolves. She will fulfill the book of the beauty of immortality," he said then looked at the dark sky, there was a bright star, it was the Polaris. "The destiny is written in the book and no one can change it," he also added which made me more confused. Book? What the hell is he talking about?