Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality Novels & Stories

His eyes signalled me to come closer. "I am happy to die for you, Goddess. Thank you so much for everything." His low and pained tone ended with a gasp as his soul escaped from his body and disappeared into thin air. He is an immortal. His soul would reach our creator and she will make him as a star. His face looked so peaceful as if he was asleep. He had been with me for almost five millennia and I couldn't believe he was no more just because of the vengeance of that stupid man. The thought made me realize the presence of another divine here.

Neither young man was aware that the tea house had gone silent and many of the patrons had stood up in greeting to salute the newcomer. It was the great general Fan Longwei!!! The young general was respected both in the military and the Imperial Court and holds the title "God of War" and nickname "Ice Prince'' for his cold, aloof and stoic personality. "Your Highness Prince Jin Huan, I am here to escort you back to the palace as per the Emperor's orders."

She gave space but did not step back. “I have no fear of death, and not because I am immortal. I have lived many lives. And nothing is truly immortal anyway. Me and my mate will choose one day to go into the beyond. Dovimax is my grandson, and mortal though he is, he is very powerful in his own right. He simply chooses to ignore that part. Most fall prey to arrogance and let their power go to their heads in this world. After all to most these humans we could be like gods. I am most proud of him and his mother. Though she is gone now, and while he does his duty, what he has sworn himself too I wish to speak with you Hel because it is important.”

Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts. There was no protocol for what Lisa had just seen. She had never heard of anything like that happening in all her time as a reaper. Humans were born, they lived and they died, the end. That was the iron law of the universe that every human was subject to without exception. Of course, some could get lucky and survive fatal incidents but no one was so lucky that their wounds instantly healed. Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

Bernard said, "Immortality? Is there a difference between being in a vegetative state and losing all of your memories? After that, he looked toward the basement and then at Yael lying on the ground, saying, "It's up to you whether you want to kill them. I'm leaving. Oh, and one piece of advice—learning techniques that will last a short time rather than forever is preferable. This is an old saying, but those who seek immortality are cursed." After saying that, Bernard exited the villa. Chad said to Hogan, "Kill the one in the living room first! Cut him open and remove his organs as specimens. I want to see how he will recover from that!"

Klotho adds. “This time I decide her fate.” With this, I summon my Holy Veil, woven by Klotho herself and gifted to me by the moon goddess when I was crowned as the king of wolf borne. I pull out the longest thread out of it the silky cloth. “Now, she’s immortal,” I say while tying the ends of the thread, forming a circle before the ground shakes with a sky shattering thunder. I have committed yet another crime.

Instantly, his head felt a subtle sting when it accepted an overload of memories where he tried hard to forget about. Noel's eyes twitched, hiding his pain. "Please elaborate for me to understand." Madam Ruzka heed her Emperor’s command. "Do you remember the time when you see a figure of a person engulfed in shiny golden light? That was your Sol, your other half." His mouth agape, a flabbergasted expression formed on his ethereal face. "…Impossible.” He paused for a moment when another prickly sensation stung his consciousness. “My Sol just died awhile back, how can it reincarnate in a short matter of time?"

T tells me, anchoring his gaze on the knitted fingers on his lap, “he gave me immortality. Even if he has a callous way of going about it. He snapped my neck without a second thought.” I flinch out the sound of that, my hands coming up to my throat. T nods solemnly. He doesn’t seem particularly mad about that, just bothered. The muscles in his jaw are tense, while he plays with the edge of the linen. I’m trying my best not to feel sorry for him. Nothing has changed, just because he is an immortal. “Why did you need immortality?” I ask. Never would I wish immortality on myself. “Many years ago, I got sick. I was in my prime as an assassin, doing work for people as I was paid to. However, some

"I regret what my brother did. I regret what your father did. I regret every single night you spent scared or hurting because of people who were supposed to protect you instead. But us, starting the way we did and ending up here? No. I wouldn't change that part." "Even the fake part." "Especially the fake part," Dom said, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "Because it means everything that came after was actually chosen. Nobody handed it to us. We built it out of nothing, out of a contract and spite and a merger neither of us cared about, and somehow it turned into this. I like that story better than some version where we just fell in love easily from day one." Cassie smiled against his sho