Novel & Cerita Who Wrote My Immortal

PART 1 THE TRAVELLER Not all those who wander are lost ~ J.R.R. Tolkien. Jan 17, 2065 "Someone said, 'Immortality is to live your life doing good things and leaving your mark behind', didn't they? What better way to bring life to people if not through this, this handwork of mine. He pondered as he paced up and down his office. Imagine a life where everyone could be given a second chance living all heathy.

My existence. Living normally is one of the things I can’t do as an immortal. Every day, I try not to mix with the chaos of the people. Trying to live alone in different parts of the world, for time passes so fast. These people are way too weak to have short life, how poor they are. Imagine all the achievements I had over 900 years ... You would think that a girl like me, graduated in different fancy universities all over the entire world? I memorized all languages ​​in this planet including dead and extinct languages. I lived in different countries, France, US, Spain, Singapore, Korea, Japan, Thailand, China and so on ... Imagine how many people I met before ... Thousands! And I witnessed h

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I said happily. "By the way, I wanna know what is beauty in immortality?" I asked. "It's beauty where love never fades, it becomes infinite. But we live in this cruel world where everything has an end, and love is temporary," Maximus answered. "But love can be immortal, even if we die love will remain in our hearts as we go to the afterlife," Freeda said as he look at the Alpha's red eyes...I looked at Maximus. I can’t explain how I feel. Suddenly our faces came closer, my heart was beating fast.

With a dangerous smile on her lips, she answered: “To the Vacil Empire.” The man and woman together with the baby headed to their destination. As they drew closer to the borders of the empire, thunders clapped as lightning flashed, giving them a warm welcome. _ To Be Continued _ Authors’ Note: Thank you for reading Immortal Desire until the end. I hope you enjoyed it. Ps. This is my very first book so please excuse any errors you've noticed. I'm working on improving my writing. Announcement: The story continues! If you want to know what happened next… kindly wait for the upcoming fantasy series- The Fangs And Witches! New generation characters, new tales, new love~

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I knew lots of immortals had served in wars. There have always been a few humans who knew about us and were willing to make use of our special abilities. Most immortals were given special assignments rather than serving in the trenches since they couldn't afford to have humans see them regenerate if they were wounded. I was absolutely sure some of those "special assignments" had been pretty horrible. I picked up his hand and kissed it then changed the subject. "Your niece I met - she was actually your brother's granddaughter, wasn't she?"

"Those two hundred years you spent with me were the only glimmer of light in my endless life. I will not forget them, even in death." "Finally, please forgive a broken man's cowardice. I could not bring myself to step into the light and congratulate you in person. May all your future nights be filled with freedom and peace." I placed the letter by the fireplace, stood up, and, holding the train of my gown, walked toward the door where my husband was waiting. I had finally begun my true immortal life. And Vincent, in his endless, self-imposed exile, would have to walk his own fated path alone.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.