The Immortals Book Novels & Stories

I tell her and she pulls me into a big hug and then pulls away and says, “Shit they are going to kill each other.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. We both began to race through the sand to the sidewalk and then it happened. A large black van stopped in our path and four large men with masks on jumped out of the van and grabbed us. Emily and I tried fighting them off but they were too strong as they threw us in the back of the van and shut the door. Emily moved to me wrapping her arms around me like she was protecting me from them. “Leave her out of this. She isn’t one of us.” Emily said to the men and I realized that the men that took us were immortals just like herself and now me

Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.” He sighed, “It technically isn’t like yours. You have perfect memory forever, but these people have perfect memory only in that lifetime. I don’t usually give this gift to people forever because it can be tough on some people. Being immortal isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. People can go a little crazy after experiencing multiple lifetimes with this ability. It’s mainly because of how they choose to use the gift. Unlike you, they want to use it for self-gain. I’ve seen many that used the gift to cheat their way through life. I was proud to know that you used this gift to change the world for the good a

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.

He repeatedly warned me about trusting strangers. He even mentioned someone, there are immortals and hybrids lurking around the world. He taught me how to distinguish one from the other. One is by touching their hands, hybrids’ hands have a thicker and rough skins (even newborn have this trait), immortals have fine, smooth and almost perfect skin, while mortals are a mixture of both and have calluses (in some people). Another thing is their lifestyle. Immortals are freakingly rich people, while hybrids are different.

There were the remains of dead Rogue Immortals! Rogue Immortals were Cultivators who had passed the Nascent Soul, Nirvana, Apotheosis and Grand Completion Realms. After the Great Completion Realm, they must survive the Ordeal. If they succeeded, they would turn into real Immortals and soar to Heaven's Realm above. They would be released from the cycles of life and death. They could continue cultivating and become Immortal Lords and God Kings.

Augustus thought that Sharmaine was sad, he quickly went to Sharmaine. "Sharmaine, why are you crying?" Sharmaine shook her head, and she felt her heartbreak. Sharmaine looked at Augustus, and she touched her face, Augustus. Immortals are not a stain of vampires. Immortals are weapons that can help a powerful vampire clan. Sharmaine looked at Augustus. Would she select Augustus or the unborn child if she had to choose? "Augustus, I want to ask you something. I hope you will answer what you know."

Chapter 39: Little Torture Reading those tales made me wonder, what was true in that tale? The first book named “The Last Immortal” was about Gael who fell in love with the moon goddess. His hard work and perseverance were to be able to capture that goddess’s heart. It was written here that the moon goddess kept him alive with him. While the other book ‘The Tale of The Last Vampire.’ It was about Ryvan, the story was about his affair with the Alpha’s daughter, and the whole book was about how they fought for their love until his sudden disappearance. He left with no sigh, not even his breath was heard, and hadn’t shown even a shadow for long.

I turn back to Alec, and even though my skull is pounding from the blow, there’s something like victory swelling in my chest. And then I see them. Silver Hunters coming out of the library and from around the building. Ten of them, at least. My stomach drops. I curl my hands into fists. I can do this. Heather and her friends were no match for me. What makes this group any different? One of the Hunters lifts their sword, and fire appears out of nowhere. It races through the grass, forming a ring around me. “Winter!” Alec shouts. I panic, looking for a way out, but the wall of fire is too high. The Hunter who cast it advances on Alec, who is too busy trying to get to me to see what’s behind him

I shaped new lines with the same precision used when engraving a mortal’s end. A single word formed. Nora. A mark. A warning. A declaration. Her name glowed faintly in the dim light as disbelief washed over her. I withdrew, leaving her with what she believed she witnessed. Afterward, I reached for her thread and marked it with a single command. Observe. A tether formed. One only I can place. She now existed under my attention. I have guided billions of souls without error. Disruption is intolerable. Disorder is impossible. Mortals do not see me. Mortals do not alter death.