It was a comforting combination of the symbols belonging to his adopted brothers: the sun worn by Damian, the White God, and the star worn by Jule, the expelled immortal and eastern hemisphere's commander.
Damian found him just before and adopted him first as his servant then as his brother, once they were thrown from the immortal world into the mortal realm.
You'd been protected by other immortal beings called the Watchers until it was time for your fate to unravel.
Talon made you immortal and awoke your gift, Sofi replied.
Bring them back, Dusty said, not understanding how Darian had punctured a hole between the mortal and immortal worlds.
In the ancient times, there were also God-slayers, men of a special kind who were bred and raised by the Gods for immortal wars.
The White and Black Gods never allowed the slayers to become immortal, no matter how bloodthirsty they were.
Jule baited the immortal creature.
We're stitching this tear back together from the immortal realm.
Some sort of immortal creatures called Guardians are trying to destroy humanity.
"You're an immortal," she said and dropped the necklace.
The immortal launched himself at Jule, his knives a blur of glinting steel.
You chose a human and serving the White God over the immortal realm at the Schism, despite the need for your power by your fellow immortals.
D, I need my Original powers back, but I'm not going back to the immortal realm.
At more than double both their ages, Jule was as old as the Watchers, exiled to earth after pissing off someone somewhere in the immortal world just before the Schism.
"Guess they forgot to tell you I'm immortal," Jilian said and laughed.
With the exception of Turritopsis nutricula—called the "Immortal Jellyfish" because it is believed to have no pre-determined lifespan—everything on the planet grows old and dies.
It was a wonderful, glorious song, and it won the blind poet an immortal crown, the admiration of all ages.
But their influence, though it escapes fame, shall live immortal in the lives that have been sweetened and ennobled by it.
July 15, 1896. ...As to the book, I am sure I shall enjoy it very much when I am admitted, by the magic of Teacher's dear fingers, into the companionship of the two sisters who went to the Immortal Fountain.
How many a poor immortal soul have I met well-nigh crushed and smothered under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it a barn seventy-five feet by forty, its Augean stables never cleansed, and one hundred acres of land, tillage, mowing, pasture, and woodlot!
How godlike, how immortal, is he?
See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds.
In accumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding a family or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal; but in dealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident.
His Dialogues, which contain what was immortal in him, lie on the next shelf, and yet I never read them.
If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal--that is your success.
The soul is immortal--well then, if I shall always live I must have lived before, lived for a whole eternity.