The Immortal Snail Novels & Stories

“And how did you get into this house?” If this is the same person who was lurking outside in the forest, they must have used some kind of magic to get inside. Just from looking at them I can tell they are immortal. He has wispy silver irises that seem to have mist floating around them. It’s unnerving to look at. Alden’s spells clearly couldn’t keep him out. “Yes, I’m immortal, and no these eyes don’t just mean I’m immortal, it just correlates to the kind of immortal I am,” he comments slyly. “And yes, I did read your mind. And yes, I do look familiar.”

That said, the system had made a mistake in triggering Kirou's long-dead black heart as this transgression has now awoken it once more. Somewhere within the vast world of Immortal Era, there was a floating island within the sky, completely inaccessible and undetectable by any player within the game. On this floating island, there housed a single building. This building was designed to look like a simple, lavish mansion on the outside, but was secretly a large scale laboratory within. The lower floors of this laboratory housed many machines coupled together. Each part looked menacing and important on its own but together, it formed the supercomputer responsible for running and maintaining the

"If you ask us, who are we gonna ask?" "Time works differently here," the Immortal twins added staring at Wren, their voices echoing off each other. "An hour here is just a second outside. Days here are just hours outside. And years here--you get the gist, Protector~" Then, a loud thud echoed through the hall. "We are back." Wren looked, it was the enlightened Immortal and the brawny Immortal, standing by the entrance with a creature that looked like it had been put through a blender. Wren's eyes widened in horror as she took in the sight of the creature. Its eight arms lay limp and lifeless, with faint, burnt-green glowing marks scattered across its body, like embers of a dying fire.

“I’m from a kingdom called Scarlett Thunder.” “I’ve never heard of it.” “You wouldn’t have. They don’t know this place–the Allied Kingdoms–exists. We’re cut off by a mountain range and a sea, and a few thousand miles of plains and rivers after that.” She rocks back on her heels, her hair falling over her shoulder as she inspects me like a research specimen. “You’re immortal, right?” “I can die. I’m dying right now, just slowly. Immortal to me just means a few centuries of life if I’m careful not to get killed or starve–”

He was displeased at being unable to struggle free. "Immortal?" Lavana asked with a raised eyebrow and broke into mirth. "Hahaha, that is... so long as you aren't exposed to heat or daylight, you'll remain immortal. Everything has its own weakness, not even the strongest creature has one. You guys are pitiful and I feel that you need to experience the warmth a fire can give and the happiness of seeing the sun. I promise you'll 'enjoy' the feeling." Lavana smirked and caused more ice chains to wrap them up. She stopped making ice chains and made the trio fly towards the sun.

He saw fear permeating through their eyes; something that shouldn't exist in them from the start. "We're all going to die!" All of the snails replied in unison. "No, we won't," Horan responded calmly. Then, he patted the bubbles where the crying snails were. "Hush, my dears. Don't worry, they are harmles, especially him. He is not the same as how he was thousands of years ago," he whispered. The snails inside the bubbles jumped out, swarmed him and started to weep. The other snails did the same too.

I am sure I would have started swearing loudly if I had come into the kitchen and found that thing sitting in the middle of the floor. “What the fuck is that thing?” Barston asked. “This is Pricilla and she is my pet rat.” Nephalitium answers. “Umm, I have seen rats. That is no rat.” Zarlon says. “He found her and made her immortal. I guess when animals are made immortal they grow larger than normal.” Lazarthio states,

He said. “But why try to get new members”? Isabella asked. “Shouldn't you be keeping the secret of immortality to yourself”? She asked. “If this immortality I enjoy was as a result of my own efforts then yes I would do just that”. Dagan replied. “Then who takes the credit for it”? Isabella asked. “Look above the altar”. Dagan replied. In response, Margaret and Isabella looked up at the ceiling above the altar and saw a huge red snake somehow clinging to it without shaking or falling down.

Snorting disdainfully at the audacity of that true immortal, the pressure of his quasi-royal celestial essence surged forth like a tidal wave while the divine chains of law erupted from the void behind him and emitted a resounding clang. Confronted with such an awe-inspiring and terrifying aura, the extraterrestrial true immortal stood stupefied and shrieked in terror. "A q-q-q-quasi-royal celestial!" His body, which had the tenacity of an immortal weapon, was swiftly reduced to pulp by Severin's divine chains of order.

That's slander already if that's not the truth. "Flutter? I may have...but that's because I have this aura that can make everyone comfortable and gain empathy. They usually mistook it as love or desire or compassion. He did flutter before but because of my aura. He got used to it as soon as he was with the queen. So to make it simple, a person who already has a loved one dearly will not be fully conquered." Erenea explained to us that she seemed proud. I was amazed at what he said about his ability. That's very rare for an immortal. Usually, immortals have no ability aside from being immortal and don't age.