Proud Immortal Demon Way Novelas e Histórias

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

I spring up from the couch and throw my arms around him. Our lips meet, and my heart races as they burn with Drogo’s—soft yet firm. His grip on my waist is tender, thumb lightly brushing my skin. He pulls away. “What you did to Simon and his goons—I’m so fucking proud of you. You are a great Luna. My Luna.” I rub my nose against his. “I got the influence from someone.” “Hm. Don’t go too far, okay? As much as I love your demon side, I don’t want you to get addicted.”

“Yes, that child is not immortal like us, but that child is the son of the god who rules over death, Hades. Perhaps for some reason, that child was taken away by Hades and made him immortal. I saw him walking with my brother, Hector Sparker.” This name is like a cut in Pacular's heart, for thousands of years he has not forgotten his younger brother. Both are alive, both are immortal in different ways. If his brother was an elf, endowed with eternal immortality and powerful powers, then with Pacular, he received immortality because he was nurturing half a fragment of Greedius' soul. He has a demon in his body and he knows that if one day he can find the remaining half of the soul of the maste

In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end. The soul partner of each Immortal is their ultimate goal when being thrown into this new reality. We don't have a clue about that person, but if we correct the story in the right way, finding him is our final prize. This is the person who will return with us to our land, earn the blessing of the Evermore, and become an Immortal through a secret divine ritual only known by Brayanlynn. 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.

You are but a simple brother, you have no power whatsoever. "Your god is a lie," the woman spat. "Tomorrow I will burn. And I will do it with a smile on my face, knowing that one day the uncrowned king of prophecy will return. And when he comes, he will bring an end to the wickedness that riddles the land, and free us from our bondage. He will bring darkness upon us and the witnesses shall rejoice to see his glory. And you will know that he is the Immortal."

As her hips were driven deep into the mattress with each plunge inside her, Mory’s eyes fluttered closed and silent gasps fell from her lips until she finally cried out his name. While she shuddered underneath him, the Immortal sunk into Mory’s neck and claimed his mate. “Mine!”

Izfar "Phew..." Izfar sighed. He closed the world's history book that he's been reading since a few days ago and caned his chin on the windowsill. He crossed his legs. "How romantic..." He was talking about the tale of the child of the night and how they met all their Sol before they died. Some were lucky enough to live their whole life with their Sol, but most of the child of the night never gotten to live with their Sol because even though the Sol became immortal after the oath of faith and loyalty, the Sol still have a shorter lifespan from the child of the night, so they always die earlier than them.

“Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?” Ak-kvir considered my words for a moment. “Yes.” “Get me to them, and I’ll grant you their bodies and their blood.” “What about their souls?” “I can always summon another,” I hinted. The demon growled, clearly unhappy. “I will get you there, all r-r-right. Bodies and blood are mine?” “Yes. A necromancer’s word.” “Climb up.” I laughed at his inanity. “Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!”

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

I would live the next hundred years before he starts to age and do nothing about it, it could be too late, there has to be a way to tie his life to- "Amara, he's right. He would have gotten that trait from you if he wasn't already immortal. It's rare that demons are mated with other species, but when it happens the other species becomes immortal. Breathe." my father cuts in. I listen, not even realizing I was holding my breath and suck in some air as relief floods me. I close my eyes and put both hands around Roman's wrists, and turn my head to kiss his palm. "You can't get rid of me easily, little Devil, don't worry" he whispers to me and kisses my forehead.