The Life Of An Immortal King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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 and not for the bad. I also believed that you would use your best judgement to use the

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

Morgana and I stood out with her dark hair and my dark skin, but I think I like it, we weren’t one of them anyway. The king had pure white hair, and his eyes were a light green. He was a little taller than I was and was seated upon his throne emotionlessly. It was rumoured that he had been king for over one thousand and eight hundred years. How did he do it? Did they never tire of life? Was immortality a gift or a curse? ‘A gift! Imagine being immortal and fucking mate every day forever.’ Thanatos said. My chest squeezed at that, the reminder that she won’t live forever…

Pylaeus replied, "For the Princess of a Realm, who has experienced immortality for a small part of her life, I am sure it seems great. To be able to live forever, without any maladies, to have everything you can wish forever. Yes, it feels great. Until you actually have to do it. You have to do it forever, by the time you are born, you are there. You are not going anywhere. You have to wake up every morning as long as the earth exist, and you have to go sleep every night. You have to eat every day, thrice a day. You can eat as less as you want, but after a while, you will have eaten everything you like to eat enough times. For an immortal being, having enough of something is not an option. Y

Agent screamed, his voice echoing through the hallway, shaking the entire building. He wanted to scream more. He could now see what healing him had cost King. The idiot tom had given his last life to keep Agent alive. He'd given up everything for a broken excuse of a no-fur whom he would never see again. Because, as an immortal, Tricksy knew what happened to a god who died. There would be no afterlife reunion. No chance to box him about his stupid ears. King would be thrown into reincarnation immediately, all of his soul memories buried and inaccessible. He would not know Tricksy or his mortal shell of Agent if he ever saw them again.

"Now the king was a very good man. He always weighed with the responsibility he accepted for others. He was brave on the inside, willing to see his flaws and work to be a better immortal, kinder, more empathic. He was brave on the outside, leading from the front regardless of personal cost. Everyone else had to see him flawless, the polished version to inspire such confidence. He had a wife whom have been with him for a long time. They loved each other so much to the point that they always wanted to be around each other. But things got worst when another woman named Carlene had lied to the King about seeing this innocent woman jumping from an immortal's bed to the other. He never even asked

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

He is the only Lycan with the immortal gene, but do not be alarmed; my son will not force himself on you. I nodded, but it was not what I was worried about. "What do you mean the whole Lycans need his heir? What for?" "Do you know anything about the immortal gene? He asked me, then pointed at the beating heart. "No, what about it? I asked. "Only the eldest son of each king has the gene to produce the next immortal king. Both Reagan and Kingsley are immortals as they came from me, but only Reagan, the eldest, has the gene of immortality." He explained, but I was still confused.

I slurred. “I know, I know,” he said, rubbing his neck. “Just...today's my last night. Tomorrow, I lose my freedom. A boring life awaits. I just wanted to live one last time, an actual night, without worries.” His words resonated with me. My heart could feel it. Last night of freedom. Just like me. The call with Celene came back to me. The royal duties. No More Lifetime Freedom. I sat down in front of him, grabbed his drink, and drank from it. “I understand to an extent. Much more than you know. My life is changing as well. Tomorrow, it's all rules and cages for me. Tonight, I want to forget.”

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”