Who Wrote My Immortal Novels & Stories

And to think someone was imitating Lord Adonis was crazy because the Lord Adonis she knew would never address a banished agent by name. Lord Adonis would call a banished agent an outcast, ain't no chance in the world he would call her name that way and besides she wasn't feeling the frosty aura that accompanied his presence. "This so called entity must be an imposter. Nice try but I won't be tricked." "Who are you" Pearldina decided to face the unknown entity head on after all, she was in her territory. "It is I, the king of death Adonis" "Tell me another lie. How dare you try to impersonate the great king of death, Lord Adonis? You might have the same voice but I'm certain you're not him, s

I thought he was obsessed with her that was why he tried to mark her forcibly. "You don't know", Vienna said. "But Fiama has a boon that's only helpful to her mate, not to her" I couldn't understand what they were saying. "What?", I exclaimed. "You're immortal now, Jay", Vienna's words almost forced my jaw to drop in distrust. Immortal? How could I be immortal? "Immortal? How?", I exclaimed. "The one who would mark Fiama the very first time would be immortal. That was her boon. And also, only she could kill that person. Now, at this moment, there's no one who exists on this earth who can kill you, Jay. But she can"

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

“Yes, I did say that.” Sin intertwines our hands, and leads me closer to the horses. “Today, I will show the entire Kingdom to you.” “It was about damn time.” I speak, playfully, pulling a chuckle out of my King. “Okay, you are still feisty. I see.” “Oh, come on, you will die from boredom without my attitude.” “But I am immortal. I cannot die.” That makes the smile on my face wash off. Realization seeps into me. I am married to an immortal. I am mortal. I’ll die, and he’ll still live.

According to the definition, immortality was the ability to live forever; eternal life. That was the idea of immortality, living forever. It was typically something associated with vampires and magic- time travel, even. It was something right out of those movies of magic and everyone's favorite fantasies. Immortality was an idea ripped right from the pages of those wild books, written by the most creative minds. And Liviana told herself not to waste her time pondering the thought too much when she could be doing something much more productive, but what could she say? Her creative mind came alive at just the thought.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." It shook its head. "It's not like that." He initially responded to me. "Over time, a lot has changed, Alessia. I wanted to just go back to the Philippines. But a lot happened. I was given the chance to become immortal. That was a bit difficult on my part because if I choose to be immortal, I will give up my humanity. But I also agreed in the end because I had more important things to think about than myself. That's why I became immortal, two years ago." He told me a story.

And here I was, about to break his kind heart, just like Galleytrot asked me not to. "I can't be with you," I whispered. "Not ever. And not just you." I hugged myself, turned away from him, faced the hall and the distant view of the Gate in the far chamber. "I'm immortal. I'm going to live forever. Which means I can never be with anyone who isn't." I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to hear him laughing. I turned back, hesitant, really expecting to see despair on his face despite his good humor. Instead he smiled at me, eyes full of sparkle.

“Hector can't come back anymore, it's his choice. Aubrey, come back to hell with me, live a carefree life, and help me manage everything, I will grant you immortality and greatness like a thousand other demigods; then you will be honored in the history books as Persuaus or Jason or even Achille.” “Immortal…” Aubrey tearfully looked at Hades with helpless eyes, he sat down on the ground, his whole body relaxed. “Do you think everyone in this world needs immortality. Do you know how much Hector suffered while living an immortal life? Immortality is not a gift, it is a punishment, the confinement of human greed. Do you have to see the person you love die in front of you, but you can't die? That

"They broke the rules. T h o s e... w i z a r d s... h a s... g i v e n... s a c r i f i c e... o f... a n... i n n o c e n t... a n d... g a v e... h i m... t h e... i m m o r t a l i t y... s p e l l. He is an immortal now and you can think what powers he has. He is going to destroy this world."

“Yes. I guess I did.” “Good. So, a few more rounds of that and you will be completely human. You will also become an immortal like me.” “What?” “Immortal.” “How?” “Because when the marigold flower cured me, I became an immortal. That was why I was glowing afterward. Now, you taking my magic is also immortal.” “What?” asked Wallace. “Yes, you were brought back from being dead, but I gave you life. Life of an immortal. Thus, making you an immortal on mortal grounds. Make sense?”