Novel & Cerita The Immortal's Wine Store

Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it. He stood in the snow, head shaking in slight disbelief. How could such a heavenly smell be coming from such a place? Did he dare enter that place of temptation? He may have been immortal but he was certainly not immune to the…bodily pleasures a woman could provide. He was no monk. It had been many years since he had sought out physical pleasure. It had never ended well for either party involved. It was not worth the risk of loosing control and murdering the unfortunate girl that had found her way into this bed. That had happened more than he cared to admit.

Zylith. "I say my friend," I slung my thin arms around Fredurd's long neck while consequently made him stoop a bit in the process and said with a wide unrestrained smile, "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to dust, when life's in a ditch, booze is a must." We currently stood in front of a big fancy inn with the name 'Immortal Gnome Brewery' carved beautifully on a posh plank board hung on top of its entrance.

How could this be possible? “Winel, find me the specialist now!” Winel frowned. Then, he suddenly said, “Oh! I suddenly remember that I’ve heard from the Little Pepper from the Hauffer family previously that there’s a great doctor in California who’s known as the Immortal Doctor. He specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases. Rumor has it that he could even cure a man’s pregnancy. It should not be tough for him to cure you, Young Master Xenos.” “A man’s pregnancy? Is it even true?”

he said. "Do I look like I'm lying? Listen! You know who I am. I'm not going to make a false offer by risking someone's life," he said emphatically. Santiago looked deeply into Judith's eyes. The woman didn't seem fazed at all. Then the man asked, "If you have immortal water, why are you still looking for me to save that person?" "Because it won't react to him," Judith replied. The only reason was because the Bloodwolf and his Mate were immune to the immortal water. It was as if the water was part of their souls.

Xena nodded cheerfully and Tyler walked ahead of them, through the rows of shelves stored with wine. “Domaine de la Romanee-Conti.” Tyler read out with surprise registered in his voice as his eyes zeroed in on a particular bottle of wine. Xena’s eyes brightened as she moved forward excitedly. She knew he would find just the perfect wine. “What are you waiting for?.” Xena asked as she handed the wine key she had picked up on the way in over to him. Then she walked back to another shelf to prepare two wine glasses for them. ~

She drawled, disappointment dripping from her tone. “I am! That is why I, the great demon lord, Ezra Xipher, allow you to go on the skeleton hunt all by yourself. If you need me… which you won’t and make sure you don’t… I’ll come,” I yelled from across the street, smiling with all my teeth on display. Thankfully, the store was located in an abandoned street and there was no one around except for one or two cloaked fingers crossing at some distance. Turning into living skeletons was just one of the many tragic fates immortals met. Being an immortal was not as romantic as mortals perceived it to be. It was far worse because eternal life came with eternal sufferings.

Somehow the latter seems more appealing. “That doesn’t sound so good,” he notices, “what do you need a potion for?” “I need something that will get someone drunk,” I say distractedly, sliding the useless green book back into its place, moving on down the stack. “Ah, alcohol does exist…” he reminds me. I roll my eyes. “That won’t work. Not on an immortal.”

Nature had to offer him and yet he dared to complain about not having any wine. But Huaxia warriors busied themselves by shoveling more coal to keep up the flames of ridicule and scorn. "You really are my hero, Immortal Chu! We should meet up! You can regale me with tales of your exploits over wine at my place!" "Remember to leave a wok or a pan the next time you destroy someone's stronghold, Immortal Chu. You might need it to cook or even boil soup. Remember to not forget some seasoning and wine too next time!"

"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?"

We stopped at a tall, arched doorway carved with more ancient designs. Inside was a narrow office smelling faintly of parchment and candle wax. Behind the desk sat a man who looked… normal. Brown hair, plain grey coat, reading glasses perched on his nose. Until he looked up. His eyes were pure black, no whites at all, I stifled a sharp breath of air. “Mr. Bardos,” he said to Davorin, his voice low but carrying. “And… your guest.” “Neemah,” I said, forcing my chin up.