Novel & Cerita Unseen Immortal Of Three Hundred Years

A deafening crack reverberated through the house. Lucien’s hand shot out, pulling her closer to him as the ground shook again, louder and sharper this time. Mae’s eyes widened as a shadow, dark and shifting, slipped through the crack in the earth. Something unseen. Something far older than them, far darker than anything they had faced before. The first Unseen had emerged. Lucien’s grip tightened around her wrist, his gaze narrowing with grim resolve. “We have to move. Now.” The ground rumbled once more, louder than before, as though the very world was collapsing beneath them.

Lisa stared at the human before her, eyes wide and her thoughts racing in a million directions at once. What was he talking about? Had he seen her when she had come for his soul? But that wasn’t possible, mortals couldn’t see reapers when they were invisible…but then again, mortals didn’t spontaneously regenerate new flesh when wounded. What if whatever had enabled him to heal those fatal wounds had also given him the ability to see her even when cloaked in darkness? Should I call Zadkiel, or maybe I can grab him and fly him to the sanctuary. What if he has told others about me… or maybe this is a trap they have set out for me…

However, when I got there, before I could say a word, Alicia handed me a card and a bunch of colorful certificates. "I've moved all my money to this card, it's in your name now. "And these are all my properties. They're yours too. If I ever hurt you, I'll walk away without anything. "If I asked you to marry me right now, would you say yes?" Alicia's eyes were full of hope and worry. I was stunned, it felt so surreal. "Did you spend the last few days doing all this?" She nodded. "It was supposed to be quicker, but some things took longer to sort out, even though I tried rushing them."

The second thing I noticed was the smell. Iron. Smoke. And… sweetness, that I couldn’t just place, more like rotting fruit. And the third thing? We weren’t alone. Figures moved in the distance, silhouettes against the skyline. The very tall towers pierced the fog, and black stone bridges stretched between them and intertwined. A dark river cut through the valley far below, and was glowing faintly red under the moonlight. “This is…” I trailed off, not sure what word to use. “Ravenhill,” Davorin said simply.

They were around fifty, wandering around the world, living among the human just as the perfect human, still waiting for the sacrifice that could lead them to the path of eternal afterlife to heaven. ********* Author's note. Hello everyone !!! So, here is the completion of the second part of the story, The Immortal Love. Third part is on the way. You can find me on instagram as @Rosechrys5996. Do follow me to know more about my works and to chit chat with me. Trust me, I am a good speaker on chat, hehe. So, stay tuned and stay happy and healthy everyone. Thank you clicking the story and reading it.

And most importantly, Zaha's writing ability was very mediocre, coupled with the randomness of the future he saw. He didn't know. But he had received the message well. Zaha swung his left hand, and a black raven appeared in his bedroom window. “Your Highness Hyacinth, I just found information about the future that the other me saw in the past.” He stared blankly at the black raven's blood-red irises. “I think… Harriet Goldlane will soon become an immortal.”

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

Filled with everything neither of them had dared admit. ⸻ The mansion shook violently. Every chandelier exploded. Windows shattered. The lights went out. Far beneath the estate… Something ancient awakened. A massive stone door that had remained sealed for three hundred years slowly began to open. Dust filled the underground chamber. Chains snapped one by one. And inside the darkness… A pair of crimson eyes slowly opened. A deep voice echoed through the forgotten prison. “The Third Kiss…” A pause. Then a low, terrifying laugh. “The De Luca heir has remembered.”

She immediately drove to the Brooks family home, only to find the door locked and no one home. "Where did they go?" She grabbed hold of a neighbor, her eyes already red-rimmed. "Where are Mr. and Mrs. Brooks?!" The neighbor jumped in fright and quickly replied, "They moved out. Packed up and left in a hurry two days ago. Anyone seeing it would've thought they were running from a ghost collecting debts." After speaking, the neighbor glanced at Claire's pale face and hurried away. She looked like a ghost collecting debts herself. Claire's thoughts were in complete chaos.