Who Wrote My Immortal Novels & Stories

Perhaps he’s just rusty when it comes to communicating with people, or he’s naturally direct. All of a sudden, there’s more value in looking at my plate than at him. “The mortality one? Ah, I didn’t. I slipped in.” “Yet you came all the way up here?” “I like researching, exploring. It seemed like a challenge, so I did it,” I admit. Being immortal means no challenge. Climbing up a mountain seemed like the next step for me, since I’ve been to many territories in this realm and done many things. This felt right, to conquer something new.

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.

''FRom my father he had a book with the title wasteland on it there was the things written there about this place '' he replied . '' On a book ? but how's that possible ? who wrote it ?'' asked the man getting up from the throne . '' I think that the writer was ' Evergreen ' '' he replied . '' Evergreen ? she wrote only two books an one of them is in our library and the other i had it did i lost it somehow ?'' he asked . '' I don't know but my father had it but unfortunately he has died so i can't ask him anything now '' replied Arthur .

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

I grumbled to myself. The further I walked south, the colder it faded. Beatrix was my childhood friend. Maybe, she doesn't remember me now. However, she was the first person that popped up in my memory right now. Beatrix is the one who made me write fiction. She once said, "You will never become immortal unless you become a writer. You know why? Because your writing will always be immortal and become a reality in the imaginations of all your readers."

"I'm sorry, I just got too excited." I shook my head. "It's fine. If you're surprised because I'm young, just think about when I met the King of Valeria who was the oldest of all." I still giggled because I remembered when I found out that he was the oldest person on the face of the earth, immortal or human. It seemed surprised. "He seems to be the lord of the immortals because his blood runs through us. He is the reason we are immortal." He answered. We continued to draw even as we talked. That wasn't a problem, he was getting sleepy.

When we turn 20 and are sent to the reality of our books of destiny, we arrive in such reality as a shooting star that fell from the sky, but in the form of a baby. Still containing the nature and powerful endurance of an Immortal, looking like our natural appearance, with all our memories, and our book of destiny. But of course, only we can see the real content which is in our natural, ancient, and divine language. And it is magically connected to our spirit, so there is no way to lose it or someone to steal it. What is our destiny book? Well... the book of destiny is something unique and precious for every single Immortal. According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Be

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”

I shook my head and said, "No, I haven't. It has never crossed my mind." He smiled and said, "Then listen. I am immortal as the eldest son of King Silas, and only I can give birth to immortals. My brothers were immortals, but the moon goddess did not grant them the gene of immortality. Only me as the eldest. I mated with Lizzy. I mean Elizabeth." He corrected himself immediately, but I was already laughing. "Yes, you mated with Lizzy, and then," I teased.

“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!”