The Immortal's Wine Store Novels & Stories

He's an Earth immortal afterall. I went to the bathroom and sat in the water. I steamed it with my power and started thinking. Is it really an infatuation? What if Ella sacrifices herself just like Aster did? What would happen when she finds out she's our Target? What if....? I kept rummaging my brain for an answer but couldn't find one. Suddenly, I felt a chilling breeze and the water froze instantly. I was caught in the middle of the ice as shackles covered my legs.

Aleister immediately did what he said. Roberto pours wine on another glass and gave it to Aleister. “Thank you.” They quietly sip their wines while starring at the sky. Few moments later, Roberto breaks the silence. “Where did you buy this wine?” “Oh, my father owns a wine company—” “This is not blood, right?” “No, no, no! It really is a wine made from grapes and the company is being run by mortals, and inferior vampires only supervise. It really is—”

IN TOWN, SAME NIGHT: In the temple where the witches gather, in an inner chamber, three women walked into where Stygian was stirring a large spoon in a large belied pot. "I'm not to be disturbed," Stygian made aware softly without looking towards them. They were all silent, possibly paranoid, until one took the courage and stepped up saying, "The son of Castle lives." "Impossible," she disapproved immediately turning to them. "You doubt my actions?" "He was spotted in a truck with the rest of the family by our spies." "Impressive," she exclaimed and continued stirring the hot, dark bubbling liquid in the pot. "So he became a real immortal?" She rhetorically asked and scoffed a brief laugh.

Sure enough, there is no spark, which is an overwhelming relief. “Thank you,” he says. “You’re stunning.” “I appreciate it. I think I’m going to go talk to some more people," I excuse. I'm tempted to not bother with small talk at this point, and just wander about brushing up against people. As I go to walk away, he grabs my wrist, yanking me back to him with surprising force. “Why don’t you stay here and talk to me? It’s been a long time since I’ve been around a mortal.” He's not asking, that drunken smile never faltering. I pull at my arm, but he's immortal, and far stronger than me.

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

It ignored every rule she’d ever read and paid her back with honesty in ways that almost made her laugh. Evenings, they read. Side by side at his small table, a lamp between them, Nothing the fox sprawled across their laps, oblivious and comfortable. Cultivation texts for her, array notes for him. Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently).

Desperate to make sense of the track, Talia protests, "Uncle Peter, is your wolf drunk right now? This is just cheap garbage from a stray, not liquid gold!" Peter scowls deeply at her nose and retorts, "Such absolute ignorance! My boots have lived in the pack capital for years! Do your cheap brains think you know better than my nose? I once had the rare privilege of tasting just half a glass of this exact blend at a royal Alpha's manor there, and my mind has never forgotten the scent! It is a legendary medicine!" The family turns their eyes to stare straight at my face. I remain completely composed and say, "This wine truly lives up to its ancient name as the Divine Elixir. And yes, it does

Sitting between her legs, I bent to her navel, sucking the wine along with her skin. “Uh! Ugh!” she moaned, clenching her fist. I licked her from her navel to her sternum, “um-hm. I was right, wine and Zeve is the ultimate secret recipe of elixir, immortality, wine of gods.” I poured the rest of the wine all over her. There was no part of her skin that I didn’t taste. “Amor… I think I am getting drunk,” she moaned out the complete sentence in a drugging voice.

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

"So, tell me how it happened. You've never told me how it all started. When did you know that you were an immortal?" The fisherman sat down across the ancient Viking of island legend and pushed himself back against the green leather seat of the booth. The handsome blonde man with steely blue eyes peeredout the window at the frozen ground as his hot breath fogged the glass then he wiped it away. "It's kind of a long story." Bose shrugged his shoulders as he waited for his coffee to cool. "It's not like I don't have the time. Entertain me, old man."