Unseen Immortal Of Three Hundred Years Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Young man, this talisman is called the Eye Hunting Talisman. It opens the Third Eye and sees the essence. Don't be full of doubts in your ignorant eyes." "Open the Third Eye?" Samuel was taken aback. "The world is a mystery. You can't see clearly with the naked eye, and you may not be able to see clearly even if you become an immortal or Buddha. Human beings, no matter what level or stage they are at, always have a heart that is fleshy. Even if they have eyes, they can also look at them as they please. Naturally, there will be deviation, but the talisman won’t. It is just a tool, and it only shows the real truth to you."

They acted with little regard for anything but ensuring the balance of th Goddesses earth was kept. They were neither evil or good. They just were. They hadn't been seen in over three hundred years, thought to have been recalled by the Goddess. One stepped forward, silver hair that was cut short and slicked back , a slender but beautiful pale face with high cheek bones and full lips that curved into a sharp fanged grin as his blood red eyes locked onto me. His hands casually in the pockets of his suit pants, a tailored shirt hugging his figure in all black. Something shuddered inside of me.

The page listed a single name. Mordain the Undying. "That is impossible," Miriam breathed. "Mordain is a legend. A story we tell children to make them behave." "No." I touched the words, and a final vision flashed through my mind. A figure cloaked in shadow. Eyes that burned with ancient hatred. A voice that whispered across centuries. "I am coming for you, little goddess. I have waited three hundred years for this moment. And when I find you, I will finish what I started with Lyanna Stone."

No one outside the royal bloodline truly knows what it is. It can grant anything. Including ending my immortality curse. It went extinct in the royal bloodline centuries ago, and after Morgan's research, the Lunaretha was back. Manifesting, and I needed to find it. Whatever it is. "I hate you," Camilla whispers before me. She is tied to a metal chair, shackles wrapped around her like a criminal. Her red glowing eyes glares at me. It has been more than two weeks since I imprisoned her as a punishment. Her dark hair is messy; dry tears streak her face. I can feel the pain, the anger, and the betrayal from her through our mark.

It was the location of the Immortal Demon Palace, which was usually hidden and would only emerge once every hundred thousand years. It was also Andrius and the others’ destination. “There’s still three days before it opens. Let’s set up camp here,” Charles said before getting to work. Everyone also got busy. Over the next three days, numerous other forces began arriving. Originally, not many knew about the Immortal Demon Palace, but after the Hidden Monarch’s actions, many more people started arriving. Surprisingly, Andrius and his group did not encounter the Hidden Monarch, Violet Thunderlord, and the Blood Demon Lord, which made Andrius cautious.

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?"

Whatever he'd been doing since he disappeared, it had cost him. "I've been researching the Devourer for longer than I admitted," he began. "Not just a century. Longer. Much longer." "How long?" "Three hundred years." He met her eyes. "Ever since I first felt it stir." Aurora's breath caught. "Three hundred years? That's—" "Before your mother was born. Before your fathers met. Before any of this existed." He gestured at the city, the barrier, everything. "I've watched it wake slowly, like something rising from a deep sleep. And now—"

Marcus and Mical followed after her. They gaze at the clouds in the sky in surprise. “It’s clear the trap laid out here has been triggered. You’ll be doomed if you stay.” Mical looked at Thea anxiously and said, “As long as you survive, there will always be another chance. Come with us. We have a secret passage that can lead to the Forty-Ninth Heaven. Once we reach the Wuia Forbidden Land, nobody can touch us.” Marcus added urgently, “She’s right. Your husband is the first of the Greater Realms to have integrated the Three Treasures. He is immortal and can’t die. They can’t…”

“And how did you get into this house?” If this is the same person who was lurking outside in the forest, they must have used some kind of magic to get inside. Just from looking at them I can tell they are immortal. He has wispy silver irises that seem to have mist floating around them. It’s unnerving to look at. Alden’s spells clearly couldn’t keep him out. “Yes, I’m immortal, and no these eyes don’t just mean I’m immortal, it just correlates to the kind of immortal I am,” he comments slyly. “And yes, I did read your mind. And yes, I do look familiar.”

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."