My Immortal Lover

By Kim Thomas

He was different; he was a sin; he was beautiful: he was dangerous; and he was mine.
I thought I met him by chance although perhaps it was fate entwining our souls towards a deadly path.
His eyes were glistening green; he had the body of a god; his smell was intoxicating; he drew me in until there was no way out.
As a part wolf part witch, we were always taught never to interact with the immortals as we called them, but I could not resist, something about him pulled me into his web; he enchanted me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kim Thomas
• Release date: Oct 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463249369

Kim Thomas

I have been writing for pleasure since I was a little girl however I self published my first eBook in 2004 and currently have over five eBooks which can be found on all the major eBook retailers and platforms.I am also a keen learner and a reader who has a wide knowledge of a variety of different genres and industries.If there is anything I want to convey through my writing, tweets, pinning or blogging it is that message.You can learn more about my books and me at my blog or by following me on Twitter, the links are on my Smashword page.

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Prologue

He was different; he was a sin; he was beautiful: he was dangerous; and he was mine.

I thought I met him by chance although perhaps it was fate entwining our souls towards a deadly path.

His eyes were glistening green; he had the body of a god; his smell was intoxicating; he drew me in until there was no way out.

As a part wolf part witch, we were always taught never to interact with the immortals as we called them, but I could not resist, something about him pulled me into his web; he enchanted me.

Chapter One

It was a very hot summer’s day when I decided to help my oldest best friend Lisa resurrect her daughter who she recently lost.

Nia had been killed by a strong immortal known as Kalos when he invaded their hometown of Harrowville, she had sacrificed herself with her friend Eric to save the entire town from Kalos and they both paid the price with their lives.

I had watched Lisa battle with the sheer emotional agony she had endured from the loss of her daughter and I needed to help her, she was my best friend who felt like she was my sister, my family.

Although I could not tell anyone not even Lisa, there was too much risk associated with resurrection which was only done through accessing the dimension.

The stories and rumours that this village grew up with about accessing the dimension through the portal and resurrecting supernatural beings were fraught with death, danger and darkness.

I knew there were risks but I was aware that Lisa was close to suicide and had lost all her magic, if she suffered anymore, I would lose her, and the thought was terrifying.

If there was a slither of hope that I could relieve her suffering it was worth the risk.

I knew I had a strong chance of surviving because from a young age I was different the other supernatural creatures particularly the witches, all the witches I have ever met would be focussed on using the methods of the elders whereas I never did.

I was independent and experimented with magic that even the elders had never discovered and when I reached 18 my werewolf gene was activated, and I stopped aging. I became one of the few who would never die and one of the strongest supernatural creatures that was to even exist except for the original supernatural beings who were the first of our kinds such as Kalos.

There are three main types of supernatural; the witches or warlocks; werewolves: and immortals or vampires as the movies call them. The sub types of supernatural are the; gargoyles; ghosts: and angels.

For the main types you had the originals of their kinds, legend says there were only twelve of them to begin with until they bred and grew.

There were three witches; four werewolves: and five immortals. They lived harmoniously until the immortals became overcome with hunger and began devouring them one by one until they were banished by the witches.

From that moment on, the original supernatural relationships crumbled down. The survivors and those cast out were scattered across the globe and forged new alliances and made their own families by creating new supernatural creatures like me.

My mother was a werewolf and my father a warlock. They never should have been together but their bond they forged was stronger than any stigma or rules that people tried to impose on them.

They had eight children, six boys and two girls. Seven children were either a werewolf or a witch or warlock, but I was a combination, the only sixth hybrid to ever have existed in supernatural history, a rare breed.

For a while I was able to channel my power through the natural elements however when I turned eighteen, I killed a wolf while protecting our village however he turned out to be a werewolf and instantly my werewolf curse was activated and I was overcome with rage. I slaughtered my entire village including my family, ran away and became a lone traveller.

After over 600 years of roaming the earth predominantly on my own, I met Lisa who was one of the only people who accepted me for what I was and she took me in, she helped me channel my dark side into doing good for the village.

I knew resurrection was against the laws of the village and there had been many people who had tried before me whom either perished themselves or others with them, but I was confident that I was powerful enough to help.

From the rumours I knew I would have to absorb all the dark magic that ever existed in the village. There was one location in the entire village where the elders collected all the dark magic books to secure them away from prying eyes, the vault. The vault was situated underneath the well of fortune.

Breaking into the vault was not going to be an easy task, the elders had six cauldrons strategically placed around the vault with each cauldron containing a special potion of defence.

There was invisibility; strength; power; hypnotise; cloak: and armoury. All the cauldrons protected the vault from outsiders and intruders. However, I was not born yesterday, and I had seen many vaults over my long lifetime, this was not my first rodeo.

The best way to break into the vault was to trick the cauldrons into thinking you were neither an outsider or an intruder, to do that I needed to magically create the illusion that there was someone else accessing the vault and I was an elder protecting the vault from the intruder.

As the towns curator I had samples of everyone’s hair and other DNA as the elders like to keep logs of whom lived in the village. I would use one of the samples of hair in an incantation to create the illusion that another member of the village was accessing the vault.

While the cauldrons are fighting off the illusion I will leap in and act like I am saving the vault. Therefore, the cauldrons would see me as a protector and give me full access to the vault.

In theory this means I am not breaking any laws of the village at least not until I absorb the dark magic, access the dimension through the portal and resurrect them, of course then I am breaking all the rules.

I had heard about the dimension from whispers and stories of the wider supernatural community.

There were rumours that to enable yourself to access the dimension you needed to sacrifice a part of your soul to the darkness, I never believed in ghost stories or feared the darkness and I was not going to do now.

The dimension was always described as the wasteland for all supernatural creatures who had not settled their sins, essentially the purgatory of the supernatural community.

To enable yourself to pass on you must either settle your sins or pay for them, neither of these options were painless or pleasant.

Walking into the village museum, I went to our record cupboard which was next to the library. Entering my code, I quickly snatched a vial of