Deathless Stories

From a little girl into a SARCASTIC Woman A woman who don't like to LOSE A woman who have a POWER but in different way A woman who played WELL A woman who DON'T believe in Love A woman whose ready to kill just to be her HAPPINESS Family. Love. Revenge Freyja (3rd Story)+(On going) -LaRabel_me (10-05-20)

This is a fanfic for the Deathless Trilogy by Sarah Perlmutter and the original text belongs to her. It is what I imagine the story of the people on the Roberts' crew, aka the new star or Roberts' spaceship, to be when the nuclear attacks begin on Earth and they are sent off to a mission of playing their part in world domination and redevelopment.

Have you ever wished to have an infinite life-span? A deathless life? Have you ever wished for your enemy to die? Have you ever thought of doing anything just for your own satisfaction? Have you ever felt any pleasure seeing your foe suffer? Have you ever felt a tingling sensation to strangle your nemesis? Have you ever thought how much fun you'll be having when you kill someone for the first time?

The second book in the Deathless Trilogy! When Isla Blume wakes up to find herself in an unfamiliar place without the rest of the Deathless or any way of contacting them, she will have to find the courage and self-confidence to become the hero an entire estate of people need her to be. But as Nietzsche said, "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster." Can Isla fight to save herself, Daniel, and her new followers without becoming the monster Gunther Quail wants her to be? Or will she lose herself completely?

Seventeen-year-old botanist Isla Blume believes every life deserves a chance to survive, even in the apocalypse. So when collector droids kidnap her mom, she knows she has to fight back to save her life. No one returns from being collected, not even her boyfriend Daniel, and after a failed attempt to combat the droids, Isla is captured too. Just when she's sure she'll suffocate inside one of the droids, a group of renegade scientists, the Deathless, save Isla and her mom. They tell her that that droids have been harvesting survivors as forced labor for the government. After learning Isla's name, the Deathless become suspicious of her, and soon she hears why: A familiar voice to Isla repeats over a transmission from the bunker, "Find Isla Blume." Determined to reconnect with those she's lost, Isla faces her fear of fighting and joins the Deathless' first attack on the government. If only she could trust them to help her. A Wattpad featured story! Follow Isla's journey through post-apocalyptic US with the trilogy! Now you can read the whole trilogy here, including bonus material and extras! For the complete Deathless experience, read THE BLAST and STORIES OF THE DEATHLESS too! Beautiful cover by @MulanJiang

The personification as death that is sad beyond consoling, however being placed into mortal souls may change his outlook on humanity that might control the grimmest part of him.____Or Not____ One that takes a mortal soul from one's body is this one's job, however, to take that job from an immortal and make him mortal may cause some conflicts during his childhood.

Deathless. Everlasting. Eternal. Poetry on the thought that there is a forever. That some things are immortal.

What toll does it take on a soldier when the enemy he fights is deathless? The key lies with Dr. Matthias, a field surgeon who has obtained a body from the enemy that may clue him in. If he learns their secret, will they be able to kill those they can not die?

Six young quarter bloods, three quarter god and a quarter human, go on a quest to stop the evil from waking. Three mythology mixed into one book: Greek, roman and egyptian. Prophecy: Six Quarter bloods heads to the west, One shall die once in their quest. Another faces her old friend On an island they will accidentally land. The eldest giant must be stopped, Or Gods and Goddesses will come to fall

"one day words will end death diplomacy will stop tanks and the world will at last know peace" a deathless world

Athanasia (ah-tha-na-SEE-ah) is a Greek name meaning "eternal life." - In the surface of Gaea, the Wicked Queen of Venel died of illness (being ripped apart and eaten by starving dogs) and in Phantasma, the Empress of the Damned welcomed her replacement. 'How ironic. My second name means eternal life, yet I died on the prime of my life.' "Welcome to Phantasma, Queen Raskreia. You shall be my successor." (눈‸눈)(눈‸눈)(눈‸눈)(눈‸눈) A/N: Well, Phantasma is inspired by webtoon's Phantom Paradise. The picture in the cover is not mine, and only from Pinterest. Though I did the edits ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)ᕤ English is my second language, so forgive me for the grammatical errors.

From the author of THE BLAST and THE DEATHLESS TRILOGY comes a book of short stories about the Deathless characters whose stories deserve to be told. This book features stories focused on the trilogy's secondary characters, providing insight into how they became the people we meet in THE DEATHLESS TRILOGY.

In the dark basement of Marya Morevna's house, there is nothing other than the slow counting of breaths to let Koschei know time was passing.

An ageing protagonist reflects on a lifetime spent among timeless, enigmatic giants who once rescued and nurtured her and her brothers. As her final days approach, she expresses deep gratitude for the love and kindness these seemingly immortal creatures have shown, hoping her silent farewell will be understood.

The sweet scent of strawberries filled the dampened early morning sky. The dawn was near as the midnight violet sky began to turn a light shade of blue mixed with an orange hue from the awakening sun. Her scent was enough to make my mouth water as it had so many times before. My thirst for her was unyielding. After years and years, I would gaze upon her beauty with nothing less than love. The cement balcony grazed my finger tips as my fingers danced along its edge. She had been here only hours before; her scent overpowering as I lingered in the spot. Birds began to sing in the distance signaling the new day to arrive. My hands were filled with her essence. Her beautiful sweet bloody red essence that flowed through every nook and crany of her body. The sweet essence that kept her alive all these years just for me. The same essence smeared acrossed the golden walls of her bedroom. The essence that casually trailed behind her as she neared the balcony on her last breath. My lover's fear still scented the air.

A third part to my friends prior poems.