Who Wrote My Immortal Novels & Stories

So how did I become immortal again? "I-I don't know when I became immortal. I knew for myself that I was human when we landed on Wysteria." I promised Sudanni it was confusing. My situation just got worse. "You were already an immortal when you came to La Krispana. But did you notice any changes in your body before you went to Callora Grande?" Sudanni asked me, I can tell that he also doesn't know when I became immortal. Change? I thought about the change that happened to my body and I couldn't think of anything. Nothing has changed in my body—except the color of my eyes!

They were mysteries that could not easily be seen through, even by great Scholars. The other type of seals was the immortal type. An immortal seal was just as the name implied - it lasted forever. The caster had no right or the ability to remove the seal, neither were they any hidden locks - conditions for removal - that had to be met. Immortal seals were the most brutal of seals since it took the life of the caster and/or a number of other sacrifices to create it. Fortunately for Mane, the seal that had been cast on him wasn’t an immortal one. It was the first kind of seal; it could be removed, but only by the caster.

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.

He bit his lower lip glancing at the Immortal ahead, “Hey, what business does an Immortal have with us being here?!” “… My heritage,” The Immortal proclaimed, “to protect what may serves as havoc to us and to abolish the sinful inhabitants who will rise and cloak this world in tribulation.” “Tch, where were you when I tore through your puny world at my first visit?” The little figure twisted his mouth as he spoke.

“They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.” “And they won.” A breath leaves me in a rush. Relief surges in my chest—until Eleanor’s face hardens. “Or so they thought.” I go still. “They brought him down. His body torn. His power quiet. But then…” She shakes her head slowly. “He got back up.” A chill rips through my spine. “He was immortal. Not just long-lived—truly immortal. They would kill him—only for his body to reform, stronger, whole again. Valerius and the Primarch were powerful, but mortal. They could bleed. They could tire. He could not.”

He stopped just short of me, his presence crackling like lightning in the air. “Because I have known you,” he said softly. “Not you exactly—but every life before you. Every incarnation of your bloodline.” My breath seized. “What are you talking about?” “I am not a student at Blackmoor,” Harry said finally. “I am not even supposed to exist here. I am the first cursed immortal—the one who defied the gods and paid the price in eternity.” The words sank into me like stones. My knees weakened. “Immortal…?”

Even so, I could neither wake up nor save myself. I had been buried in a grave of my mother’s memories in the middle of nowhere. Some of them were so horrifying, for a second I thought I was losing my mind. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t understand. I was suffocating, but I knew that even death wouldn’t come to save me here. It was at that moment; I realized how an immortal actually felt. They didn’t fear death; they feared it might never come for them and their suffering would never end.

"The Immortals, one day, I will slaughter all of you and kill you until no one in the universe dares to claim to be an immortal. I, Chu Xun, swear!" ...

Nicodemus replied before taking a seat opposite him. "No doubt sire." The young boy's face curved into a smile. "Is that The Immortal Tribrid you're reading??" Nicodemus asked. The boy nodded sharply. "Written by Greece...." Nicodemus continued but was quickly interrupted by the boy. "Greece Deucalion!. He his a very famous writer and he's one of my favorite!" Nicodemus observed how lit the face of this boy was. "Actually..." Nicodemus came Closer. "This favorite writer of yours is my close friend."