World Of Immortals Novels & Stories

Shirley said, “Aren’t there laws restricting people in any realm in the universe from becoming Immortals?” “There’s always an exception. For instance, the laws here are very comprehensive,” Alex said. “Another example is the Olympus Tribe. Even their servants, who were once lofty deities, are beyond Immortalization and are trying to find ways to survive. The descendants of many ancient races are also exploring breakthroughs... Besides, three millennia have passed, and the Wasteland has begun to recover. I think that the other worlds in this universe have long since returned to their previous state and are no longer under the restriction of laws.”

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

she smiled and looked straight into my eyes. "They think so?" I frowned and was flattered. Well, I won't deny that. My hands just naturally moved into fighting whenever faced with danger. "It's not surprising, though." The old woman heaved a deep sigh. "Long time ago, the immortals live separately from anyone in this world. They were maybe living independently but everybody respects them, not only because they are powerful but also they are good and generous people," she looked at me. "But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness."

"But once there are just a few Immortals when they do twenty years old, after a lot of training, they are sent to a respective world, where they must complete an important mission." For father's sake... "And if they did it right, they will meet their soulmate and will be able to bring their mate with them when they come back to their home in a land above all the worlds, and there, the evermore turns their partner into an Immortal so they can be together." I think I am having goosebumps. How does this person know so much about us? Not only him- but his ancestors... h-how can this be happening? "And you know how they fall into our world? They fall like a shooting star from the sky, in a baby b

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

“Congratulations, Alaric. For passing the first level. You’ve leveled up.” I blinked. “Wait—leveled up? Is this some kind of game? Like a system? The ones I read about or watch?” “Call it whatever you wish. See it however you like. Just follow the instructions, and you might get to see your family.” I snorted. “Sounds like blackmail. Nice.” “And yet,” the voice said, “you continue walking forward.” “Yeah, yeah. So what are you? A god? An AI? …Wait, AI didn’t exist in the 12th century. Or—do they?”

As long as the Zandorian World Will was alive, the planet would be fine; and General Siwa knew more than the lot of this planet, just how much it took to destroy this spirit. “An Immortal Spirit is an immortal spirit indeed. A blast that would have destroyed even high class planets and broken their World Wills could only wound you. Not only that you managed to protect the planet in such a weakened state. This really is the Promised Land.” General Siwa’s compliment was an insult to the World Will. It shook in rage, but didn’t do anything. Rather, it couldn’t do anything. It was a spirit. Without its master its power was limited. And everyone knew that its master was no more.

But as I looked closely, I could see them watching us carefully. ‘There..no..we are trapped in here. There is no way we could get past them.’ I gulped in some air, as the one with the horizontal plume began to speak. “Welcome to the Makedon Empire. You visitors have been as some of you are no doubt aware have been enslaved by us. The lawful subjects of his Imperial Highness, Emperor Alexander IV. We are members of the Imperial central army, V Legion. You are now soldiers in the newly formed slave corps. Your job is simple. Attack and kill what we tell you to. However, for you the Imperial Emperor has given you all one divine blessing. If you fight and win ten battles. You will no longer be s

"Explain please." After the waitress placed a pint in front of Haldir, she took Mory’s glass. Once he took a drink, he set it down then blew out through his mouth in irritation. This wasn’t the kind of activity he was hoping for tonight. "It's kind of hard to explain. This world, it's just like a dream for supernaturals. A very long vacation from their real lives. The Realm is where supernaturals go when they have had enough of this world or if they die here." Mory swallowed down what she truly wanted to ask as her eyes became glassy. Having immortality dangled in front of her like a carrot was the cruelest kind of trick. "Like Heaven?"