Novel & Cerita Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

small horns appeared near the soul river. There was a crack near them which indicated that they came from somewhere outside of this universe. "They will catch up to us soon. What do we do, honey? Our daughter is also..." "We will do as we planned. You've put Tema in the Ark after altering her memories and showing that illusion, right? " "But...Deceiving our own daughter like that...she is just an innocent child." "Sigh...But we don't have any other choice. They will also not leave us alone and will haunt us to take back Ark. Anyway, There's no time. Let's hurry up." The male humanoid suddenly waved his hand towards the soul river and picked up a random soul from it before seeing its me

He promised me. He knows it, maybe he's one of the former humans, not a descendant. "Are you one of the people the king of Valeria took from outside Wysteria?" I asked him but I could already see his answer. "You're right. I'm one of the original humans and became immortal by drinking the King's blood. But that was a long time ago, the originals are no different from those born here." He answered me. I nodded in agreement. "You're right, except for the immortals born here," I answered him.

Kalta cursed, annoyed that Adonis always seemed to be coming back more powerful than the last. He could not understand why the kid would not just die and allow him to reign in peace. "I am not a bastard. I am Adonis, son of the great Lord of Death, Adonis. I am the reincarnation of my father and your true lord and master." Adonis answered him as he began to squeeze his hands at Kalta, squeezing and crushing his body. "You would never be able to be able to attain being a lord. Death agents do not feel or fall in love. Those who do are easily killed, take your father as an example." Kalta yelled out in pain as his bones were crushed and his organs mashed up together.

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

That came like a bombshell. “Then why do you want to see me if you don't miss me”? “Because I feel like”. He took a leaf from the tree branches and played with it. “Don't you have a family”? “They are all dead”. “Oh. Sorry”. “You don't need to be. People will eventually die so it's unenviable”. “But you guys are immortal. They shouldn't die”. “Immortals only live for thousands of years. The ones with high cultivation live for millions of years”.

"You weren't able to harm me, not that you'd want to. The god came to you, delighted with the entertainment you provided him. He granted you the gift of powers, a mark on your skin and the ability to change more people into creatures like you. You changed hundreds of thousands of men and woman and created and empire of your own. You could never change me though. I was stuck as a mortal. Upon the gods next visit. You asked him to allow my change, as I was growing old and weak. The god refused and told us that the cost of your life would be my life. You were immortal but you'd watch me die." He places a soft kiss on my lips then stokes my face "After I died. You destroyed everything, many a ci

Could that mean… Eyes wide, head lifting up from the screen, I mutter under my breath. “Mr. Hanks sacrifices his wives to maintain their lifeline to the wolf in the dungeon.” Chills race down my spine recalling I’ve witnessed this before. According to ancient tales, when one wants to become immortal, one must give something else in exchange. A life for life. My uncle, Enzo wanted to do that which was what caused a major rift between him and my father two centuries ago. That is the same tactic the Slayers used. That means… Those men are immortal.

How dare he do this to us. In her bid for revenge, Isolde inadvertently stumbled upon the secret of immortality. As she delved deeper into dark magic, she discovered a ritual that granted her eternal life, allowing her to witness the repercussions of her curse for generations to come. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of the realm's inhabitants, creating a legend that would be passed down through generations – the legend of the immortal witch who sought vengeance against the lycans.

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.