Urban Immortal Cultivator Novels & Stories

His bare feet had made so little noise on the thick rug that I hadn't heard him come into the room. My skin warmed - I knew he was talking about me and his open admiration made me smile. "Isn't this room a risky place to sleep for a vampire?" "Every piece of glass in this house has full ultraviolet protection built into it. The windows are on a timer - they'll close a half-hour before sunrise. As a backup, the blackout shutters are on a UV sensor. I'm also a very light sleeper. The first touch of sunlight and I wake up before I take any serious damage. But we can close things manually if it will help you sleep more comfortably." He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his cheek on the

" You don't have the right to control me as you wish Mr Mayor and for the records I'm not returning to your house " " Ethan , don't speak rudely to your father like that " my mum responded and I shrugged . " My father ? He has never been a father to me , he's the mayor of Bristol and that's it ". I retorted " Enough ! You'll do as I say or I'll cut off your allowance completely !" . He yelled and I smiled gently ....he has finally lost it . " Do as you want ........" I paused my statement , aggressively removed the drips connected to my body , stood up from the bed, turned to leave then paused .

Otherwise, if Wilbur gained a solid foundation and became influential, it might become difficult to determine who would be the City Lord and who would be the subject in the future. Although Wilbur once saved his life, there must still be a clear distinction in status between cultivators, or the stability of Buck Town would be jeopardized. As the ruler of Buck Town, Edmund must assert his authority. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Where is that cultivator named Augheimer now?" Divan replied, "Lord Babbit, Augheimer is currently outside the city. It is said that Augheimer cultivated a special technique that allows him to absorb the energy of other cultivators. In the past ten days, he has kil

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

“Okay, elaborate.” “My clan heard about the immortal baby,” “And,” “Will you let me finish what I’m saying?” “Okay, just say it.” “Vampire Society has an absolute law that Immortal Babies should be executed. They are seen as a threat. When someone is turned into a vampire, their age will stop and if a baby is turned, they’d stay that age and size eternally. They were a threat because they kill senselessly and will until they're dead.” “What makes her in danger?”

She didn't expect there was another side behind all that. Amelia waved her hand and said, "It's not that bad. You heard about the pandemic a while ago, right? It was man-made. Who knows, maybe next time they'll make a move from Environmental Energy, Formation, or cultivation methods." "There was an old cultivator in our Norfolk, that Maverick. Just think about why he was called the old cultivator, he must have been really good, right? So, I wanted you to go look for clues, since when cultivators meet, their aura can't really be hidden."

If it was just this, Kirou wouldn't even think twice about this method. The second problem with this method was that obtaining the can only be done by buying it from the village head, town mayor, or city lord of the nearest inhabitable area. Since Kirou was just 20km west of SC Pier City, that means he would have to buy the item from either City Lord Jonathan Pierson or Deputy City Lord Anthony Jameson. This sounds easy but it is a fact in Immortal Era that the only way to purchase anything from an NPC that isn't a merchant or salesman requires one to have their affinity with that NPC at or above. Naturally, since Kirou only passed through the city on his way to the c

"No matter how these men were infected with Vampirism, we still have an issue of humans being turned." Cain grabbed a steel scalpel from the tray beside the examination table and used it to turn the corpse's head. On the side of his neck were two small. round scars. "So the real questions are: why was a human-turned Vampire in Otto Müller's casket? And why was one trying to kill Ella?" Daniel asked. "He was trying to kill me," Cain objected. "He didn't know she was there." Daniel rolled his eyes. "Fine... why was a human-turned Vampire trying to kill you?" Daniel corrected.

I said while looking at him. A few minutes later we were in the middle of the sea, it was already dark but I used my ability to make fire. We also followed the stars as it guides our direction. ''Why do you have many abilities? Is it so fun to be an immortal vampire?'' he asked. I just shrugged and played with fire in my hands. "But the sun can kill me tho, but I'm thankful to Maximus that he made a short-term medicine so I wouldn't get sunburned," I said. ''Hmmm... then good for you that Max helped you, so you now experience going out in the morning, but in your world? Can you also still go out in the daytime, under the scorching sun?" he asked and I nodded. "Yes, we can but something chang

“Is my fan club staying upstairs in the Inn?” As he started stocking the refrigerator under the bar, Pete shook his head. “Nah. Said him and his mates are staying up on the glacier at a hunting cabin. Some big game kill of a lifetime thing or something.” As last night’s events came back to him, Pete looked at the stack of papers on the counter. “Hold on…he gave me a card to give you. Said you’d know exactly why he was here.” Looking through the bills, Pete clicked his tongue. “There it is. Mitchell Riley, Jr. Fantasy Creature Sport Association.”