The Life Of The Immortal King Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

He promised me. He knows it, maybe he's one of the former humans, not a descendant. "Are you one of the people the king of Valeria took from outside Wysteria?" I asked him but I could already see his answer. "You're right. I'm one of the original humans and became immortal by drinking the King's blood. But that was a long time ago, the originals are no different from those born here." He answered me. I nodded in agreement. "You're right, except for the immortals born here," I answered him.

she says before the dam breaks. Her sob is loud against our sensitive ears but we pay the pain no mind. Karina is in pain and we have to help her. We wrap our arms around her body as she cries and our heart tears as we realize we don't have anything to say. We can't solve this problem for her and we can't protect her from this pain. The King and his mate are the only ones who can live forever without aging. We can still die, but... "We could die. If you want. We could pick a day... an age. We could end our lives so we don't have to witness the sadness," we say quietly and her sobs die down a little before she goes completely quiet.

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."

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

“So what has that got to do with the runaway? What were the slanderous words exactly?” The guard grew visibly tense and uncomfortable. “Forgive me, your graces, as I quote some of what the rider told me.” He cleared his throat. “‘The king is nothing but an immature two hundred and five-year-old king on a throne, hiding behind his tyrannical ways as an excuse to not face us properly—” That got Leo seated upright real fast, and I couldn’t help but smirk. It was indeed Cassia. No human was certain of my exact age.

The meaning of immortal is the fresh body of a long-lived or immortal being. "Do your job!" The Dark King stood up from his throne and ordered his subordinates. "Ready!" They answered in unison and the Dark Lord immediately disappeared after receiving the answer. "Listen!" shouted the girl who was one of the Dark Lord's underlings to their troops. "All of you are now under the leadership of the Dark King! No matter whose bloodline, he wants to resurrect the Queen," he said. The demons and undead remained silent as the Dark King's underlings made their speech.

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.