Novel & Cerita Who Wrote My Immortal

But how did you become immortal? "After my father’s death, I sought Vianna again. She was unchanged, though troubled. Amanda’s affair with the werewolf prince was no secret. Alister and Amanda were bound to each other, but she continued to meet with Prince Kane. I taunted Alister about it every chance I had. That day, I asked Vianna for immortality. I offered her anything. She agreed, but only if I swore a blood oath to accept whatever she later demanded. I accepted. That night, she made me immortal."

I could recall quite a few life-long pursuits we had, well, sort of, committed ourselves into. “Immortalizing moments – remember, you used to say?” I bloody well remembered everything. This was a reflection of one of my English professors, Professor Dutta. While teaching Joyce’s The Dead he had once said, “What is the author’s job but immortalizing moments?” That phrase – immortalizing moments – sounded elusive. It stayed back with me. I needed that freaking job of a writer so damn much! During one of our meets, I had shared this idea with her. Now, she was saying it had stayed back with her as well. Too good to believe. Fictional.

And how? I really love her and I won't be able to live If I'd killed her. Now I have to choose between my personality and my emotions. It's really hard to make a decision in times like this. And Master isn't even helping matters. He keeps manipulating my dreams indirectly. And manipulating me into killing her. If I don't kill her, I'll lose my post and powers as an immortal to a mortal, but if I kill her, I'll lose my heart and mind. What sort of dilemma is this?

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

After all, a ball of light that comprised his soul could never truly represent his divine self and what he had experienced for incalculable eons in the past. He had been a true immortal that had reigned and directed the lives of infinite mortals and experts alike. "I applaud your creativity but this... changes nothing." the old beggar said when the personification of a burning immortal affronted his sight after the cursed boy’s transformation. "That may be so. But what choice do I have?" Tristan asked in a whisper. "Do you just want me to accept my destiny and proudly raise my head for the chains that will surely follow?" He added in a louder voice that slightly showed the vehemence that lai

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

“You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long before you die. Tell me, Drogo… you miss being immortal, don’t you?” My jaw ticks. “If you were still immortal, that poison would have no effect on you,” he says. “You’re wrong," I counter. "I don’t miss being immortal. Not with the price that came with it.” My breathing steadies after healing enough. “Those periods of time were replays of what your father did to me. They broke me every day until the goddess sent me mercy.” “I heard you cursed the moon goddess every night. And now you are taking her side?” he asks.

"Simple, to create other beings and the first thing he created were the six gods. Ashton, the gods of dragons also known as king of fire. Asmodeus god of the demons and the king of hell, Zachary god of sorcerers. Rosalyn goddess of the vampires and known as the blood queen, and Iris goddess of the fairies. Last of course is Kamaria aka the moon goddess and my mother." Simion and I sat still for awhile processing on what she just told us. I reach over to his hand to hold it to reassure not just him but myself as well. As I touch Simion hand his first reaction was to flinch but calmed down fast when he looked at me. He held my hand tightly. "I'm sorry Skylar but if Kamaria is your mother, then

"So, tell me how it happened. You've never told me how it all started. When did you know that you were an immortal?" The fisherman sat down across the ancient Viking of island legend and pushed himself back against the green leather seat of the booth. The handsome blonde man with steely blue eyes peeredout the window at the frozen ground as his hot breath fogged the glass then he wiped it away. "It's kind of a long story." Bose shrugged his shoulders as he waited for his coffee to cool. "It's not like I don't have the time. Entertain me, old man."

Lisa stared at the human before her, eyes wide and her thoughts racing in a million directions at once. What was he talking about? Had he seen her when she had come for his soul? But that wasn’t possible, mortals couldn’t see reapers when they were invisible…but then again, mortals didn’t spontaneously regenerate new flesh when wounded. What if whatever had enabled him to heal those fatal wounds had also given him the ability to see her even when cloaked in darkness? Should I call Zadkiel, or maybe I can grab him and fly him to the sanctuary. What if he has told others about me… or maybe this is a trap they have set out for me…