Urban Immortal Cultivator Novels & Stories

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

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.

Luna had been able to find out much more after she had interrogated some lower lackeys, who were more than kind enough to inform her of their illegal activities. The red bands held the north side of the city, taking pride in their brute strength, taxing most of the local shops on their side of the city for protection. They also sold narcotics, such as potions and herbs of the not so legal kind. Their leader was a man who went by the name, Red. Someone Xolvion was looking forward to meeting.

Only Andrius slowed down and slipped away from the group, and no one noticed. “Phew…” Andrius let out a breath of relief and started to enjoy his victory. Swoosh… He raised his hand, releasing a swarm of insects into the freshly dug grave. Soon, rustling sounds came from within. Not long after, the insects flew out with a pill. It was the internal pellet of an immortal, known as a celestial core—the essence of an immortal’s countless years of cultivation, similar to a fiend’s fiend core. That was what Andrius wanted.

This was taboo and forbidden legend. “Myth?” Lucen laughed again. “Just because you were too frightened to search for it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” His eyes found Rayden. “The final resting place of the first cultivator, the existence who created the laws of cultivation themselves. A pocket dimension containing pure resources from the dawn of time. Resources enough to allow anyone…” He paused, eyes blazing with limitless ambition. “…to reach the highest realm.” Rayden finally understood. The scale of his enemy’s madness. This was no longer about conquering a clan, a province, or even a world. This was about becoming a god.

I cleanched my fist, just thinking of how two of the silver packs Alpha held my hands while another sliced my skins with their sharp claws. I looked over and saw some concoction in a bowl and olive leaves. “That’s new, what is that?” I asked Athena. Just some new concoction, I put together some herbs and plants, it was mashed into a paste, I will use it as a salve on your wounds. “Oh okay, I must have forgotten you are so good at this.” I turned to look at her, “I have not forgotten how you and your father helped my pack when we were attacked, thank you we have finally gotten our revenge.”

The young man turned off the television and rose from his seat. "The stubborn Lady Amara is in danger." He said shrugging his shoulders. He went straight to his bedroom. Greg was following him. "In danger? Didn't you say that she's powerful? Isn't she an immortal? She's one of the four guardians of lights, so she can handle herself." Greg asked a series of questions. He was confused as he doesn't know anything about immortals. Their kinds have long been gone even before he was born. "She has not yet fully discovered her powers. She's not in full control of it, and she's stubborn. Sometimes she's not thinking." Hunter said while putting on his coat. "Take charge of the store. I have to go." H

William relaxed back requiring. "We're going to take the venue to the forest, away from the public, and so we could have a home to return to when we're done. Then we'll get everything, weapons, weaknesses, materials I mean everything useful to down an immortal. Set variety of traps in the venue. Mines with strap silver sharp objects to explode at random, then traps of auto firing wooden stakes and bullets, vervain, wolfsbayne. We just have to make several traps, stage after stage till we have them extra weak and a number we can face combative." "How old are you again?" William asked rising from his relaxation.

"You are now registered in the local database as low-tier rogue cultivators. Warning: The ambient Qi in this environment is heavily polluted with heavy metals and corrupted binary code." "I can smell it," Caleb growled, his golden eyes narrowing as he looked at a flickering neon sign across the street that read in jagged characters: CHEAP QI-PILL IMPLANTS. 100% SYNTHETIC SPIRITUAL ROOTS. "This isn't cultivation. It's a junkyard."

"The Diaspora brought ships and technology, Elena, but they didn't bring food. We have half a million souls to feed, and the Southern farms are still salted with the Director’s toxins." I looked at the silver patterns on my skin, which pulsed in time with the city’s heart. "Then we don't farm the ground. Not yet. Leo and Aris are already working on the 'Solar-Vats' in the Citadel. We can use the sunlight filtered through the Aura Gate to accelerate crop growth. We aren't just building a kingdom, Killian. We’re building an ecosystem." "And the people?" he asked, stepping closer. He rested his hand over mine, his warmth a grounding force. "They’re calling you the 'Star-Luna.' They expect mirac