Novel & Cerita What Is The Song My Immortal About

"You're all wondering why I have you gathered here today, why I would call upon you to fight a seemingly impossible foe. A force you simply cannot comprehend, simply because you are mortal. This song I play symbolizes the gift I give to those who survive this war. I want each and every single one of you to kneel, and in a sense similar to prayer, ease your mind. Have faith in me, and feel my energy, match it if you will fight by my side." Of course, I played 'Immortalize' and sang the song with every fiber of my being, extending my faith towards them as they would to me. As the song played, many men fell, rejecting the energy, but for every man that did another man and woman resonated with i

An immortal. I’ve learnt how to decider an immortal from a mortal. It’s rather easy, to be honest. Because an immortal is the most foreign looking person you will ever see. And the man staring back at me, eyes as blank as a slate, is an immortal. I would bet my own life on it.

I said happily. "By the way, I wanna know what is beauty in immortality?" I asked. "It's beauty where love never fades, it becomes infinite. But we live in this cruel world where everything has an end, and love is temporary," Maximus answered. "But love can be immortal, even if we die love will remain in our hearts as we go to the afterlife," Freeda said as he look at the Alpha's red eyes...I looked at Maximus. I can’t explain how I feel. Suddenly our faces came closer, my heart was beating fast.

“Let me try again. Let it be like we meet for the first time. A second chance…that’s all I ask.” I’m unsure of what to reply. A second chance after all of this seems almost incomprehensible. It’s almost completely settled within my mind that he is an immortal, and I’m in the immortal realm right now. But that’s not the only problem. The problem is the sudden obsession with becoming apart of my life. Are all immortal so direct and forward like Cian. “You’re going to say no,” he says warily, after I take a few moments to reply. I watch as he kneels down, his knees sinking into the white rug underneath him.

“I’ll believe you. Whatever it is, I’ll believe you.” He looked up into her eyes, and he finally seemed to believe her. He looked back down at the water for a very long time, until once again, he was ready to talk. “I am an Immortalist. I come from a family of Immortalists. We have been alive for nearly two thousand years. Our name, though, is deceptive: we are not immortal. None of us. Our life span is finite. Two thousand years, exactly. In fact, as fate would have it, we have only weeks left to live.”

She was betrayed by the man she loved. He intended to use the woman he hated. Lorraine Silvius thought losing her sight was the cruelest thing fate could give her, until she discovered the person she trusted most had been lying to her all along. Determined to uncover the secrets surrounding her mother’s death, she enters the territory of Alexavian Lancaster—the immortal Alpha of the Crimson Pack. A man who has spent centuries despising witches. Bound by secrets, old hatred, and a dangerous attraction neither of them expected, Lorraine and Alexavian must uncover the lies buried beneath centuries of betrayal. Because the closer they get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tel

Neither of them were wrong and neither were right, but that didn’t stop them from discussing anything like two rational beings. Very often, I’d come home from hunting or raiding, and find both of them bleeding on the floor, their claws still out. As I keep telling Lyric. Immortality is a curse. I strip down to my underwear, and settle on my father’s bed, which is softer than mine. I link my fingers behind my head, and stare up at the familiar old roof high above me. I listen to Lyric, no Star, tossing and turning in my cave. She’s loudly talking to herself, debating whether or not she wants to follow me and seduce me anyway.

Shock couldn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. My mind raced and I felt like I was just looping around in my head. All my thoughts were jumbled. Putting together everything that they were doing to me, it didn’t make any sense. They healed me, made me stronger, continued to experiment on me but it had done nothing but really build me up. “Why…why would you even bother doing that to me?” Hector seemed to have the same swirling confusion. “Honestly, immortality is lonely. It was a gamble, sure, but now you two have each other for forever. Aren’t I nice? You call me a monster but here I am, saving your love life and an impending doom of the death of your mate.”

I ask. “I just wanted to impart some valuable advice. My plan was to wait a little longer, however, your aggression toward your...Thought, brought me into your life earlier than I expected,” he tells me, standing. He’s taller than I expected an immortal to be, but I suppose Time and Thought have both surprised me on that front. Why are these immortals so obsessed with infiltrating my life? For once I would just like some answers. “What does that even mean?”