The Immortal's Wine Store Novels & Stories

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby.

“I hope you like Chardonnay, Lisa.” Natasha handed her a glass filled to the brim with a sparkling, golden liquid. “Sure, I love it,” Lisa replied. That was a lie. Lisa had never had alcohol before and this would actually be her first time. Reapers ate and drank the same food as humans but they were not really particular about what they ate which is why the sanctuary served bland, at times tasteless meals. Food was seen as the fuel that was essential to powering their bodies nothing more. Of course, there were reapers like Pix who liked to try out different things and ate exclusively in the human world, but Lisa didn’t share her friend’s palette. Pix had once tried to get Lisa to try some wh

The King came back into the room with an old bottle. "King Simion." "You can call me Gabriel. Here I have a nice bottle of old Bourbon Whiskey." He pours a glass for each of us. I'm glad were on first name base for one of his daughters is my mate. As we drink the warmth of the liquor goes down my throat, I can feel the dark gaze coming from Brayden. I'm not sure why he's giving me such the death glare, but it makes me think of the old saying if looks could kill. I can't shake this feeling of a strong aura coming from him. The confusing thing his aura is stronger than mine and Gabriel. I wonder if Gabriel can sense this as well. I went back to my room to freshen up for dinner. I went for my d

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.

Xiao Duan took the beads, repeatedly looked at them, and gasped, "That old man also told me what is his great grandfather out to sea fishing to find, this old liar ......" The store resumed its drinking atmosphere, and a few small fellows came out to make amends, as the drunken guest headed for the bench and drunkenly said, "Shopkeeper, give me ten jars of Drunken Immortal Brew!" The fellows heard a bitter face, one person smiled and said: "That ...... this customer, today the store has no drunken fairy wine ......" Not afraid of him again on credit, but see he has already drank nearly This person's ability is not small, to be really drunk, I am afraid that the store will be demolished.

The ancient obsession of immortals terrified by the concept of permanence. I turn toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city glows beneath the night like veins of molten gold threading through darkness. Five years ago diplomacy stopped interesting me. Mercy became inefficient shortly after I lost Rose. The old houses still whisper about the shift. They call it tyranny now. Ruthlessness. Cruelty. Perhaps they are right. Grief hollows a man eventually. Even an immortal one. Especially an immortal one. Behind me Damon leans casually against the bar. “Shall I inform them His Majesty is indisposed?” he asks lazily. “Exhausted from vigorous diplomatic negotiations?”

She bored into Bryan's bulged eyes. "Trust me the end of the world is much more gawping than I am~” Then the immortal looked into the slightly glowing marigold eyes on the Godmother of the Caneloveft's wrinkled face now speaking directly to her. “What makes you lot think all these commotion caused by the Protector won’t break out eventually.” as the Immortal pointed out the old lady nodded to her guard to disengage their weapons from the Immortal, suddenly red mist enveloped everyone.

Chantelle clenched her fists and called out, "Mr. Lloyd, the Elixir of Immortality belongs to you!" Andrew felt a surge of heat rise in his chest. Even he could not deny the temptation of a divine medicine that could make someone immortal. Eternal life was a temptation no human could resist. Looking at the golden teak box, he could not help but take a step forward. However, after just one step, Andrew stopped. His gaze turned to the other end of the underground palace, toward the blood-stained puppet in front of the throne. Somehow, the puppet's eyes had also turned toward Andrew, and their eyes locked.

I tell him when I see the edges of my omelet turning black. He slides it onto a plate, then frowns for a brief moment. I pretend to pick up the plate when he grabs it and tosses the contents into the trash. He turns around and dryly grabs my jaw as I start to laugh at him openly. "You would never eat the deli or drink the wine, would you?" he asks me. "Never." "Nor the eggs... "he murmurs. "Certainly not yours, no." "You know." "Lo so," I reply, anchoring my gaze in his. "How long has it been, Elio?"