Who Wrote My Immortal Novels & Stories

“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!”

“You are alive, and that's enough. You don't need to worry about anything tonight.” “And who said I am worrying about anything?” I step closer, close enough to feel the chill radiating from his immortal body, close enough to see the hunger beginning to burn behind his mesmerizing amber eyes. He wants me. I can see it. I want him too. “Draven,” I call softly, refusing to release his hand. “Don't leave. I want to do this, not because I owe you, but because I want to. Allow me to thank you properly. I want to be your exclusive blood thrall tonight. Use me. Drink from me. Take everything you crave.”

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

“Oh dear, the penny still hasn’t dropped, has it? How easily I played you and Isimud. Both thinking you knew what was good for me and what I wanted. I did want to be free of the endless suffering, just as you said, but I didn’t want to be rescued by some knight in armour. And I do want immortality, but not the type Isimud was offering. Who wants to endure so much suffering they get purified? What I really wanted was what Isimud had. I wanted the story and I wanted you to help me get it, which you did.” “I did?” “Yes, you covered me with the robe remember, and you said the story was ‘my story’ and ‘all about me,’ just as I wanted you to. Mr Isimud was quite right when he said, all stories are

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.

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

pangungumbinsi ko dahil baka sabihin niyang mamamatay ako. "Thanks to your companion, you are still alive right now. If not because of him, baka ay namatay ka na." That's what I heard from Cassius, he saved me by giving me immortality after I collapsed during the royal banquet inside the palace hall. I still don't know what are the other consequences of being an immortal but I know, Cassius has still the power to take it back. "So alam mong hindi ako nagmula sa mundong 'to? Alam mo rin bang nasa isang libro tayo? Like novel, ganoon?" tanong ko.

Battle of the Immortals is now signing off! It was a great journey to be with Madison and Aleister. First, I want to say sorry in everything I lacked while making this story. This is my first werewolf and english story, so thank you if you managed to read this part. I have few regrets but I did my best! Thank you again! I'll see you guys on my next books and I promise to continue on improving! Thank you for being with Madison, Aleister, Mallory, Hunter, Farkas, Ahina, Roberto and everyone else!

“Wait. What?” “It’s a long story,” I said quickly. “But the short version is—I was never born. Not in the normal way. The Moon Goddess created me and gave me to a mortal couple. My scent, my curse, all of it… it’s tied to what I am. Why I was made.” “So you’re like our version of a messiah?” Dex asked, deadpan. I gave him a look. “Definitely not.” Janet looked at me, eyes wide. “Does this mean you’re immortal?”

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”