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The flames didn’t burn her like she expected. The wings made of fire were warm and comforting. The phoenix softened its voice to calm her down, “Don’t be afraid. I’m not angry. It was destined for my heart to be consumed. I was just waiting for the person to take the potion to be finally free. I’ve been locked inside the bottle for centuries.” Yuna couldn’t believe what was happening. She knew that reincarnation and God existed, but she couldn’t believe that there was anything supernatural in this world.

But it bothered me, more than it should. I used to shrug and laugh my curse off ever since I reached twenty years old. And it’s already the 1800 centuries and I never felt close to death, not ever. I never once felt threatened, not with the power I have. I am a powerful werewolf, a witch… and a vampire. I was feared, and no one ever came close. But what the red-haired told me struck me. She had no regrets. Regrets. Will I have no regrets if I don’t find my heart’s content? Will I be satisfied with immortality?

Alex smiled. How could he not know such a simple principle? “What’s the second realm to Imminent Immortal?” “Imminent Immortal... Could it be that it’s the realm after the Tribulation Crossing?” Alex asked. He did not know that there was such a realm as the Imminent Immortal. There was no introduction of Imminent Immortal whatsoever in the legacy that he had acquired from his ancestor. It only mentioned the next level after reaching the cultivation base of Tribulation Crossing would be the Immortalization realm.

Justin spat a curse at Eddy who mumbled something in his ear making him pause. “You can’t kill me you worthless mutt. I have lived long before you were even born. I’ve been fighting battles since I turned, I’m immortal. You just have a longer life.” Damion scorned rolling his shoulders the wounds slowly healing. He was right. Vampires were immortal. Werewolves on the other hand lived longer than most. The oldest most powerful werewolves could live for hundreds of years. The royals of the north were different. It is said that they were praised by Moon Goddess and descendants of the immortal blood. The only thing that rivaled a vampire were faeries. Faeries despised the North. Preferring the w

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

“The book of the gods is a sacred book which requires the touch of immortals to be able to access them. To get that book, you will have to show that you are an immortal and that you posses the necessary knowledge of the gods. “Very well then, can I see the book?” Valerie requested as she hoped to try her luck. The portals were open and a box came through and opened by itself and a book came out of the box. Valerie approached the book and at first, she noticed ancient runes which were written at the cover. She heaved a sigh and touched the book and she felt a force pulling her back but she tried standing her ground. After a while, the force stopped and she felt someone or something whispered

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

“Oh, great witches of the old, let me find what I seek.” As she said this, she felt that calm breeze once more, and the book flipped open to the correct page. “I love being a witch!” she exclaimed as she looked at the inscriptions in the book. She took out her phone as she read the alphabets in front of her. Then, grabbing a pen and notepad, she began translating what was written on the stone walls. After about an hour, she managed to get through it, letting out a sigh as she shut the book. With her notepad in hand, she read the message aloud, which essentially stated that once the vampire king attained immortality, everyone, including the hybrid whose blood was used to set him free, would d

Then I exhaled—and sank. The water surrounded me, welcoming and fierce all at once. It pulled me under but held me gently, like I was a child returning home. My eyes fluttered closed, and the world shifted. I saw flashes. A woman standing on a frozen battlefield, blades of light in both hands. A white wolf howling into a storm. A circle of priestesses standing around a glowing crystal. Demons falling, screaming, burning in blue fire. The Key. Me. I opened my eyes, but I wasn’t gasping. I could breathe underwater. My hair flowed around me like moonlight, and I reached out—and the water obeyed.