23 Book(s) Related to immortal weakling

STONE SOUL:
Patrick Amintoros has always been the shadow and constant companion of Alexandros III, Mégas of the vampires. When his master and best friend disappears and the Council of Eleven names him the new King, the former captain and bodyguard faces a series of unexpected situations.

Kira Samaras is an independent, empowered woman with liberal ideas who has had bad experiences in her romantic relationships. When she began to associate with the mysterious and intense head of security at Villa Philipides, the girl immediately suspected that something was wrong. Then a trio of strangers knocked on her door and she knew she was absolutely right.
Who really has the soul of stone? The ruthless warrior or the woman who just wants to have fun?

ICE HEART:
Vlad:
Two huge and irrational desires take hold of me. I want to put my hands around the long and beautiful neck of the girl and squeeze it tightly, until I see the light leave her eyes, on the other hand I want to kiss her until I'm out of breath and fuck her until she passes out. I know it will make me suffer unspeakably. I have seen it and my universe has shrunk to the miserable space occupied by a five-foot-tall girl. I must find Alexandros quickly and demand that he hand her over to me.
Vladislaus Dragulia has been waiting centuries for the return of his first and most beloved wife... he just doesn't know why he's waiting for her. Does Count Dracula want to hold his beloved in his arms and be happy... or does he want to make her suffer for how things ended between them during the girl's previous life?

The world was shaken to its core; the Supreme Warlord was dead, and the Specters and Dark Orcs could raid the Blue Planet once again. When all hope seemed lost for Keith who couldn't awaken his talent just like every other member of his clan, the Immortal Mage System was granted to him and his life changed forever.

[Immortal Mage System is extracting Curse...]
[Curse Extraction completed].
[Congratulations, you are bless!]

"I do not want to be a ruler, they hate me, how can a ruler be hated by her people!" Princess Audrey screamed with pain in her eyes.

Saying this, she ran away from the palace and ventures into the woods only to meet an immortal Lycan of the myths, one she never believed in.

Randall is an immortal Lycan placed under a curse which got him trapped deep in the woods for a thousand years until a human princess broke the curse, a first sight that sparked nothing but feelings of fated mates.

Will Randall be able to accept this? And can an Audrey resist the possessive grab of the immortal Lycan of all time.

THIS FANTASY ROMANCE IS RATED 18+ AND NOT SUITABLE FOR PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18

Ever since Greg’s parents were gruesomely murdered by a radial alpha king by name Lord Mayor, he has been out to bring vengeance upon Lord Mayor and his household, and he would stop at nothing.
Meanwhile Greg has a mate, Sasha, whom he loves so much and on her eighteenth birthday after she scented him to be her mate she made a maddening revelation that would definitely spark up enmity between them.
What would be the fate of Greg now he knows that Lord Mayor is Sasha’s father and it is he that murdered his parents some time ago?
Would their Cinderella-love conquer all or would Greg’s vengeance say otherwise?
Their destiny has a role to play; either of them would decide. .
Let’s flip the pages to find out.

Jackson and Jason Stone are the pride of their pack. Their parents are the first royals in over two decades, and their strength is undeniable. The twins have to live up to some pretty high expectations, but when their secret is revealed to them, those expectations vanish. Anger and betrayal fill their hearts, washing away all the love and warmth they grew up with. How can immortal wolves ever find happiness? How can they sit back and watch all their loved ones perish?

In the seventh year of her marriage, her husband’s ex girlfriend was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

To make up for his regrets, he took the woman traveling across mountains and seas, celebrated her birthday, stole his mother’s final painting for her, and forced his wife to hand over the token of their love.

He even took wedding photos with his ex and made vows with her in a church.
A lifetime together. Never to be apart.

In seven years of marriage, she had never seen her husband so gentle and attentive.

Even their own daughter wrapped her arms around the ex girlfriend’s waist and said reluctantly,
“She is prettier than Mom and more talented too. Why can’t she be my mom?”

Then she turned to her and screamed,
“Mom, I wish you were dead!”

At last, she chose to let them have what they wanted.

Leaving behind a divorce agreement, she walked away without looking back.
From that day on, she cut all ties with them.

Later—

She picked up her paintbrush again and stunned the world.

Her life should have been lonely, yet she unexpectedly found a sweet and thoughtful little angel who cared only about her.

One stormy night, outside her door, a man and a child knelt in the pouring rain.

Her ex husband was full of regret, and her daughter’s eyes were red.

“I was wrong. Please come back.”
“Mom… please don’t abandon me…”

She stood beneath the porch when a tall, noble man pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she could barely breathe.

Smiling faintly, he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

“Sir, if you keep coveting my wife, don’t blame me for being rude.”

"Who are you, Sebastian?"

"I think I can ask the same. Where did you come from, Anastasia?"

As soon as the last syllable escapes my lips, we find ourselves interlocked in a kiss. Knowing my full attention, I stop to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this, Anastasia?"

"The only thing I'm sure of is the way you are making me feel."

Unable to contain myself, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. For the first time in over two hundred years, I am kissing a mortal woman. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. I can smell her arousal, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take.

"What are we doing, Sebastian?"

"Anastasia, let me show you.”

Vampire Master, Sebastian Belmont, has been carved to perfection for over two hundred years. Drawn to danger, he dangles his fingers in all that is supernatural and has great power beyond compare. Ruthless, yet charming, he rules his empire with an iron fist.

With a line of scorned ex-lovers left behind, this charming Vampire is set to cross paths with Anastasia Santi.

Anastasia Santi is a young girl that has great aspirations and desires all the things, the love, and the fulfillment that she dreamed of as a child. She is strong-willed and always finds herself in some sort of trouble she needs saving from.

Though one fateful night, Sebastian crosses the line and sets his life in a new direction. A destiny toward a great legacy and to all things that goes bump in the night.

But the ultimate sacrifice lies at the end…

"Get your hands off her, or I will incinerate your cock right off your body."

The air grew thick with testosterone and magic as Zmiyrenan slammed the Vampire King against the wall. I could smell the pheromones rolling off them—spicy, smoky, dangerous. My body, still sensitive from the aftereffects of the aphrodisiac, throbbed in response.

Wilhelm just laughed, his fangs grazing his own lip, eyes dropping to my cleavage. "You can't hide her forever, dragon. I can hear her pulse. I can smell her wetness. She doesn't want a guard dog. She wants a King."

Zmiyrenan roared, his hand gripping my hip so hard it would leave a bruise, pulling my pelvis flush against his hard length. "She is my mate. Her heat is for me alone."

I gasped as the friction sent a jolt of electricity through my core. I was sandwiched between fire and ice, between a beast who wanted to breed me and a monster who wanted to drain me.

Wilhelm stepped closer, ignoring the dragon's flames, and whispered in my ear, his cold breath making me shiver. "Let him have your heart, little flower. I'll take the rest of you. And I promise, I bite."

“They’re immortals. First you’ll be their queen, and then you’ll pay their price.”

I was the nation’s golden girl, a star ballerina, until my sister’s betrayal left me permanently crippled.

With a shattered future, my parents pawned me off to immortals for the final benefit they could squeeze from me. Accepting the offer is the easy part: walk again, become their queen, experience a year of pleasure beyond my wildest dreams…. then die.

But the closer my sacrifice gets, the more complicated fulfilling my end of the bargain becomes. I discover secrets about my fate, past lives and the three immortals who were not supposed to matter to me.

A dragon. A werewolf. A vampire.

None of them were meant to steal my heart.

I am determined to change my fate one last time. But with the final hour drawing closer, I fear my death has been written into the stars before I was born.

Ashara was once a goddess… until she was betrayed. Her betrayers destroyed her divine body, and cursed her to survive by stealing the bodies of others.
Now hunted across kingdoms as a demon, Ashara lives only for revenge before her crumbling existence finally destroys what remains of her soul.
Riven Alaric, a legendary half-demon exorcist, has spent his life hunting monsters. But when the mysterious demon he captures refuses to be sealed by his sacred amulet, obsession begins to replace hatred—and the more he hunts her, the more dangerously drawn to her he becomes.
Then there is Valerius Dorian, an ancient vampire lord who has spent centuries longing for death… until Ashara awakens his dead heart and binds him to her as his eternal bride.
Caught between a monster hunter who should destroy her and a deathless vampire who refuses to let her go, Ashara finds herself trapped in a deadly game of desire, obsession, and immortality.
And as ancient secrets rise from the shadows, one truth becomes terrifyingly clear:
The gods who once betrayed her are no longer done hunting her.

"You're nothing but bad luck! You're just as vile and worthless as that wretched mother of yours!" My father's roar echoed through the room, punctuated by the sharp crack of his belt.

Through my tears, I tried to defend myself: "That's not true! My mom is a good person—she's a police officer!"

He let out a cold laugh: "Good person? Your mother was nothing but a slut! How dare you talk back to me!"

I turned desperately to my stepmother: "Please, make him stop..."

She just gave me a cold glance and walked away.

The beating continued until he was too exhausted.

When I became an adult, I finally escaped that house of horrors.

I thought that by working through college, writing novels to pay off my loans, life would finally get better.

But then...

I woke up on my neighbor's floor, clutching a blood-soaked knife, with blood splattered everywhere.

Had I killed someone?

This couldn't be happening... I would never hurt anyone!

When everyone saw me as a murderer, when the whole world turned against me...

He was the only one who stood by my side.

"I believe you," his voice rang out firmly in the courtroom.

Why does he want to help me?

In a timeless dance of reincarnations, Annabelle Keys has traversed six centuries, her memory holding the threads of history except for her most recent existence. Fate's unpredictable hand leads her to a fateful encounter with Morgan Vales, an enigmatic being who has wandered the earth for over six centuries. Morgan, cursed with immortality and sustained by human blood as a mythical creature, crosses paths with Annabelle, whose every past life she vividly recalls—except for the most recent one. Can Annabelle unlock the secrets veiled within her forgotten life, and will Morgan find solace or salvation in the enigmatic soul of the woman who seems immune to time's grasp?

I married a rapist.
After the wedding, I played the perfect wife. I always took off my makeup after he fell asleep, and reapplied it before he woke up.
My husband loved showing off on his livestream, bragging that women should know their place.
One viewer sent a warning in the chat:
[Run, man. Only vengeful spirits do their makeup in the middle of the night—when their resentment is strongest, the makeup lasts longer!]
I covered my face and grinned wickedly.
Oops, forgot concealer. My corpse marks are showing.

The night Araya was born, the Moon refused her. Marked as wolfless, mocked and forgotten, she grew up as prey in her own pack. Even her fated mate broke the bond with a smirk and left her bleeding at the border — for rogues to finish.

But they forgot one thing:
Ash remembers.
And so does the throne buried beneath it.

The forest did not devour her. It bowed.
The flame did not die. It waited.
Until, in the silence between heartbeats, something older than gods whispered:

“She is not blessed. She is not chosen. She is the reckoning the moon tried to silence.”

Now Araya walks again — no longer mortal, no longer meek. She is Hollow-Blood reborn, daughter of the fire that swallowed fate, heir to a throne no god dares name.

And fate has bound her to Dorian—Azrien—the exiled god chained to shadow and ruin. He expected to crave nothing but vengeance. Until her. Araya is the mate his immortal soul demands, the salvation he denies, and the spark that could either set him free… or burn the world to ash.

But enemies stir in silence.
Adira, the Luna who would claim the Alpha prince at any cost, forges a pact with a creature older than gods, a monster chained in rot and darkness. The price she pays will rip fate itself open.

Betrayals. Forbidden desire. Gods who bleed. Wolves who kneel.
And at the heart of it, one truth no prophecy can silence:

The gods will end.
She will not.

And the last prophecy carved into stone whispers:
“The Flame That Walks Returns.
Let the gods burn first.”

She returned from the ashes with a stranger's face—but her heart still burns with the same fire.

Ten years ago, a Scottish minister's daughter fell in love with a mafia heir hiding in a rose-covered town. Then fire consumed everything. Now Fionna lives in Alastair's mansion as a lowly maid, her features surgically altered, her identity erased. He uses her body to mourn a ghost, never suspecting the ghost breathes beneath him. But Oleander—the cold Italian heiress chosen as his bride—senses the threat. As Fionna navigates a minefield of jealous servants, aristocratic cruelty, and her own traitorous desire, she must answer one question: can she destroy the man she once loved, or will her heart betray her before her enemies do?

My husband never wore condoms with me. Said they ruined it for him. So I swallowed birth control pills for four years until they made me sick.
Then I found a half-empty box in his glove compartment. And a thong under his backseat.
That wasn't even the worst part.
The necklace I'd made from my mother's ashes—the one I'd been grieving over losing for a year—was dangling between his twenty-three-year-old trainee's tits. He stole it from our bedroom and gave it to her.
She caught me staring. She smiled.
When I confronted him, he slapped me. Then drove off with her crying in his passenger seat.
Her friends came to my hospital with a livestream, demanding I apologize for "bullying" her.
I led them straight to the parking garage.
They found her on a stretcher. Legs wrapped around my husband. No condom.
The whole internet watched.

My roommate put a Blood Binding Curse on me — my own bloodline power, along with every resource I receive, gets automatically rerouted straight to her.
My ex helped her set it up. For six months she lived off my bloodline playing noble princess, him always on her arm, while I walked around hollow. The harder I fought to prove myself, the more I fed her.
Then I died. Came back knowing everything.
Here's what I figured out: the curse reroutes everything I receive.
Including debt.
I went to a guild and borrowed a batch of elixirs. Opened the contract.
The debtor on the line wasn't me.

“You don’t know Adrian Kane,” the message read.

“And if you stay married to him… you might not survive long enough to find out. You haven't seen the worst of him yet.”

Sold into a marriage with the powerful and mysterious billionaire Adrian Kane to save her family's failing wealth, Evelyn is left to handle being a nobody at home and a decorative wife in public.

Behind Adrian façade, lies a darkness no one dares question… and secrets capable of destroying far more than Evelyn’s fragile freedom.

Just as she begins to accept her fate, the past she never truly let go of returns...her first love. The man who once promised her a future now stands before her again, offering the life she thought she had lost forever.

Caught between the dangerous husband she barely understands and the love she never stopped feeling, Evelyn is forced to choose.
But as Adrian’s secrets begin to surface, one terrifying truth becomes impossible to ignore...

Did she marry a billionaire…

or a criminal wearing his mask?

And when the truth finally comes out, will Evelyn stay with the man she married…

or run back to the man she once loved?

The room went deadly silent. Christopher, the CEO of Sullivan Group, looked at me with pure disgust. "Get this crazy girl out of here! My grandfather is dying, and you're playing sick games?"

But the old man on the bed... his eyes flew open. He stared at me—not at my young, beautiful face, but into my soul. He saw the sketch in my hand. A secret only a mother and her six-year-old son would know.

"Jimmy," I said softly, using the nickname no one had spoken in decades. "Do you remember the thunderstorms?"

Tears streamed down the old man's wrinkled cheeks. The most powerful man in Boston, reached out his frail hand to grasp mine. "Mama?" he choked out, his voice breaking like a small child's. "You came back?"

Christopher froze. The doctors froze. I climbed onto the bed and pulled my 80-year-old son into my arms. "I'm here, baby. Mommy's home."