The Immortals Book Novels & Stories

“Y-You can’t die! Not like this!” “I-It’s over now, Mallory. You’re the one who brought yourself into this m-mess.” Madison said weakly. Farkas came to her to help her to stand up. “T-The battle between immortals has ended. I-It started with you, and will only e-end with you.” Mallory turned to ashes and perished. Just like that, her evilness ended. The superiors won and lived in a safe environment after the inferior leader died.

"Of course second master, I'm sure she will help you the best way she can but how do I identify the book?" "It is a round book called II libro d'goeteia" "II libro d'goeteia?" "Yes, the book of magic."

The Immortals who appeared here were all angry and crazy. They were furious at the devil that Caspian was relying on now. Caspian felt that these Immortal beings were very strange and extremely abnormal. "They don't look much different from the mortals I've seen before!" Caspian thought to himself. That's right, some mortals he had seen before were also like this when they were flustered and exasperated. They were also jumping up and down, or even desperate! But why were the Immortals like this?

In just an instant, all life within the sea was extinguished. The Ancestora had attained the power of a true immortal upon escaping his confinement, despite only ascending just moments ago. True immortals, beings of pure solar energy that were born from the void, could peer into the river of time and use the rules of heaven and earth to fortify themselves. Even a mere drop of their blood could remain undestroyed for epochs. Their slightest emotions could cause the heavens and earth to shift hues and induce a myriad of visions.

"I can't understand. I mean... I don't know where I should start to question!" " What you wants to know most?" He asked in a calm and warm tone. " Well.... My mate!" A soft sigh released. His eyes were on the Moon flowers that were next to the book I just placed. His fingers intertwined with a thoughtful frown between his eyebrows. " It's forbidden for an immortal and mortal be in relationship." My eyes narrow as a few creases appeared on my forehead. I leaned forward, unable to proceed with his words, " Dad! Who is immortal? Hades isn't an -!"

Are they beings from the Beast kingdom, who came to personally ask her Father to live here in the kingdom? Then the brawny creature spoke; “We come to pledge our allegiance to the Protector, to abolish the sinful inhabitants who will rise and cloak this world in tribulation.” Wren looked at his Father once more then back to them. “… and who can you be?...” The brawny creature raised his head as the two-faced creature looked the other way. “We are who this world know as the, Immortals.” The brawny creature revealed. Randall slightly widened his eyes, her daughter on the other hand was much more surprised than her Father.

Seraphine whispered, her voice trembling against the roar of chaos. The immortal’s gaze was steady, unshakable. “Then we will surpass it. Together.” He released a pulse of energy, silver and gold threads weaving outward, striking the monstrous armies with precision born from their shared bond. Seraphine matched it, her hands glowing, shaping the chaotic magic into protective shields and offensive arcs of light. Every movement they made was synchronized, every strike an echo of their trust, their love. The First Immortal hovered above, his immense form radiating power that could collapse entire dimensions. “You think your love can stop me?” he roared, unleashing a torrent of energy that bent

Cae murmured in fear. The Immortals were a group of Fenrir creatures, a race of monstrous wolves who have been in existence since the beginning of time. They were different from the lycans and the werewolves. They were even more powerful than the Wildings, and deadlier than the Reapers. They stayed faraway, in the hills and caves, living in isolation. They only emerged when it was absolutely necessary. If they suspected that Gwendolyn had the slightest connection to a dark, unknown power source, they would kill her.

At that moment, he understood what it all meant. As the Darke King climbed down from his horse, he joined the twins on a hilltop. They all spoke out in the old language as they lifted their hands to the sky. With a deafening shockwave that threw him to the ground, the three firestarters ignited the world, and Haldir’s eyes snapped open.

And then, from somewhere in the crowd, a chant began to rise—faint at first, then growing louder, echoing through the valley. “Veyrath’thar! Veyrath’thar! Veyrath’thar!” The name rolled like thunder. I didn’t know what it meant—but it felt ancient, heavy, powerful. I stood there, sword raised, surrounded by kneeling warriors and beasts alike. For the first time, I didn’t just feel like a survivor. I felt like a god. A soft hum broke the silence. Behind me, the air shimmered—and a glowing portal spiraled open, light pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat.