The Life Of An Immortal King Novels & Stories

But that doesn't mean she's living the part, in her stories, the littles are more dependent and they are more on the softer side but not my little girl, not her of course. I was bored, it's not just the humans that get bored, we immortals get bored as well, we have all eternity to live through and being alone is very boring, being lonely is the worse feeling ever for humans and immortals. Being a king doesn't have its magic or pleasure without a queen, it's not the sex I'm craving, if I want sex, there are a lot of willing bodies who would lay with me willingly, but it's boring, it's lacking the emotions and the life in it.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

“Girl, you dropped a bombshell. What did you expect her to do, offer you tea and a crown? You literally told her you’re into the most powerful, most dangerous man in the realm. The king! A ruthless immortal widower who’s over a thousand years old.” I rolled my eyes, “Please. If not for immortality, he’d be dust by now. But look at him, still walking around like a twenty-year-old Greek god. That jawline? That voice? That power? I mean… he’s the whole damn package.” “And his son is your age mate.” Lara deadpanned. “Exactly. So why settle for a prince when I can be queen?” I said with a satisfied smirk. “I deserve the throne. I deserve the title. And honestly, he’s more interesting than any of

We abandoned what once worked because we didn't understand it anymore, and now I was afraid that same blindness would cost my daughter something precious. Where had it all gone wrong? Why hadn’t science built upon these foundations instead of throwing them away? In one of the footnotes scribbled between the lines, I found mention of a tyrant king, a man from Azrik’s bloodline, if the royal crests stamped beside his name were anything to go by. The one who wanted to be immortal, not metaphorically, but literally. Obsessed with defying death and ruling forever. It was said he watched his wife give birth, not as a partner, not as a healer, but as a spectator. He insisted she lie on her back, sp

The silver light below the crypt pulsed again. Stronger. Like a heartbeat. Lucien continued carefully. “He became obsessed with immortality. With preserving the throne forever. The bloodlines rebelled against him eventually.” Liora frowned. “And they imprisoned him beneath the throne?” “Yes.” Thomas looked deeply offended by history. “You people really buried an immortal king underground and then built kingdoms on top of him?” Nobody answered. Because another sound rose from below. Not a voice this time. Movement. Heavy movement. Something shifting deep beneath the throne vault.

When he clenched his fist, the air constricted on her chin. It was, perhaps, a good thing she couldn’t feel anything. She knew what the king was doing, though. Her half-asleep eyes showed her everything she needed to know. Xavier let go of her and diverted his gaze. “The man was broken. His soul was ripped apart. He wanted to die, but his immortality saved him from that lowly death. In his brokenness, he found a ray of light through a dead body.” He looked at Zheira as though telling her that this part was more interesting than everything she knew.

According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Being to his grandchildren. In the pavilion of the Evermore temple, there is a gigantic and magical library, called "The Library of Destiny". That library contains thousands of books. These books are known as "Books of Destiny", since each Immortal that is born, a book lights up and omnisciently connects itself to this child's life thread. We study the reality of our destiny book since we're kids, we study about every single thing. The world, the races, the cultures, the kingdoms, the history of each place, the geography, and the science.

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

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.

I trailed off as footsteps and voices drew nearer, but thankfully, they didn’t enter the alley. “I’m telling you, Drend, something’s wrong in the palace. Why else would the king refuse to hear the public’s representative petitions? Canceling the first court hearing and now refusing to continue after the first guy? It has never happened.” They looked like humans, but I knew they had to be werewolves. But wait, the king is back? The Drend guy replied, “Nothing’s wrong. The king is just as immature and inconsiderate as ever. That’s what happens when a young boy ascends the throne. He’s back from his journey and doesn’t want to resume his duties.”