The Life Of The Immortal King の小説・ストーリー

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

The palace of Artemia is also filled with hubbub due to the preparation for the celebration, and King Regor allowed his trusted aides to deal with everything without going out of his royal chambers. He is currently reading the complex passage of ancient words in the ancient record with rapt attention in fear of missing a single word that could negate all of his efforts in attaining that treasure. It is the treasure of immortality and godhood. Who can say no to the prospect of eternal life, and life as a god? No one…not even the strongest person on the land could do so. And King Regor would do everything in his power to attain it. Even if he would need to trample another two or three clans li

I think. "How is that possible?" I question. It's not like I expect Fran to know anything intimate about Marek, but being that she has seemingly lived in this small village her entire life, she would know about legends and rumours that run deep here. "I don't know, but apparently all the villagers who have grown up here say their parents and grandparents knew of him, that he's immortal," she exclaims, looking out into the forest as if he may emerge suddenly and kill her. "You best bet everyone is far to scared to get close to him to ask."

" “What you saw earlier was not imagination. That was what really happened in your first life." "What do you mean?" asked Empaler Aegaeus in confusion. "Do you want to know what really happened in your first life?" asked the babaylan. "Yes." They sat down and the babaylan began to tell stories about her first life as Princes Cao. He listened seriously because he wanted to be clear from all his dreams. "Then what happened to Prince Fiske?" the emperor asked seriously. "He died too." "Where can I find Princess Katsumi?" He suddenly became interested.

"I took... I took what was needed to keep the light burning. Do you know how hard it is, girl? To keep a kingdom from falling into the weeds?" "You didn't keep it from falling," I snapped. "You pushed it. People are starving out there. Right now, your palace is on fire. Your guards are running away. Your 'light' is burning the world down." The King looked around the room, his gaze wandering over the flickering blue candles. "The light... it needs fuel. It always needs fuel. Selene said... she said the scrolls would show me the way. She said I could live forever. That the kingdom would never end if I just held on tight enough."

"I've seen him in action during training sessions. The way he moves, the way he commands respect... It's like he was born to lead." "And did you know," Ava chimed in, her eyes shining with excitement, "there's been a rumor going around since my childhood that he's immortal? Like, he never ages or anything. It's crazy, but you have to admit, he does look the same as he did years ago." I exchanged a glance with Morana, feeling a mixture of awe and unease at the thought of Adrian being immortal. It seemed too crazy to be true, but then again, Adrian was unlike any alpha we had ever known. People call him the Lycan King.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

"How about I tell you a short story so you don't get bored? I have a good story for you." "To hell with your story!" I wanted to say that, but all I could do was clench my jaw. "You are a very lucky girl." He placed his palm on the trunk next to my head. His eyes looked directly into mine. "Not only will you be praying for King Salvatore's resurrection, but you will also have the opportunity to touch the only white oak tree left on earth. This is the Tree of Immortality that will bring King Salvatore back. And when that time comes, in a few minutes, that tree will perish with King Salvatore's curse."

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts. There was no protocol for what Lisa had just seen. She had never heard of anything like that happening in all her time as a reaper. Humans were born, they lived and they died, the end. That was the iron law of the universe that every human was subject to without exception. Of course, some could get lucky and survive fatal incidents but no one was so lucky that their wounds instantly healed. Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.