As An Immortal I Only Learn Forbidden Skills Novels & Stories

My father says and the glass in my hand slips and crashes onto my floor shattering and spilling the golden liquid within it. I had pushed her away and denied my love for her because I thought that she was human this whole time, but the truth was she was an immortal just like me but of two different species. I had to know that the other species was, so I asked my father, “What other species is she?”

“You tried that once. And you failed. You called her Hollow. You called him Fallen. And yet… they still breathe. Still burn.” The thread in the Heartmirror pulsed again—brighter, faster. “This is the forbidden thread,” I told them. “Not forged. Not sanctioned. But chosen.” I met every gaze in the Circle. “And it has already begun to bind.”

"Nothing's unkillable. Has a weakness somewhere. We find it quick." "In battle chaos?" Marcus challenged. "Harder, not impossible," Liana fired back. "Dropped beasts folks called immortal. They bled out fine." "Any that big, pumped with two hundred years of dark magic?" Helena asked quietly. Liana paused. "No. But rules are rules." Thea tapped the table, thinking deeply. "That fusion? Old forbidden magic. Bad reasons." "Why forbidden?" Garrett asked. "Drives them insane. Corruption eats the mind. Endless pain. Rage." Thea scanned us. "Imagine remade over centuries. Whatever it was? Gone. Just suffering in fur."

He learned to use leverage and momentum, to target pressure points and vulnerable areas with surgical precision. The other candidates stopped looking at him with contempt. Now they watched him with wariness, and a few with something like grudging respect. On day ten, Marco pulled him aside after training. "You've got potential, kid. Natural instincts. But I need to know, why are you really here?" Daveson had prepared for this question. "Need work. Need to make something of myself. This seemed like the best option."

“Wh-?” I caught her fingers in my hand as they were tracing my lips and with my free hand, pulled back my lower lip to show her the healing wound. Her eyes widened in disbelief as the wound closed up in a mere few seconds to leave completely healed skin in its wake. “How?” She whispered, taken aback; but then she answered her own question. “You’re immortal.” “Not all of us are,” I told her the truth since she already knew the basics and as my Scribt, she’ll need to know more. “There are some who choose to fade away by putting a halt to their energy consumption.”

The daemons not only provided inner cores. Many parts of their bodies such as horns, scales, and claws were extremely hard or naturally possessed incredible abilities, suitable for making artifacts or even treasures. However, their sheer numbers posed a challenge. To alleviate inflation on the island, Adrian came up with a plan—to establish the Skill Depository. The immortals could choose to contribute to Forgotten Shore, exchange for contribution points, or go to the Skill Depository to exchange for fighting techniques. Adrian had no good impression of Genesis, so why would he bother about them?

Wilbur sneered and said, "I guess you really don't know your place. Is this the limit of what you can do?" "What do you mean?" Paige was taken aback, unable to understand how Wilbur remained so calm. Wilbur shouted angrily, "If I didn't want to witness the power of that crappy God of Darkness of yours, do you think you'd still be alive right now?" "Heathen, the power of the God of Darkness isn't something a bug like you can comprehend," Paige shouted angrily. Wilbur smiled slightly as he said slowly, "Well, I happened to just learn a new skill. Let's see if your Requiem of Darkness is stronger than our ancestor's Immortal Technique."

"Do you know what it is like being immortal? It is not the inability to die but to not feel anything. Hakja lived that kind of life and feels nothing, no greed or motivation. Even if such a threat that could destroy him appears before him, he would more likely accept it than face it. The reason he is doing this is because I asked him to at this point. The two of you are mortal but you have create bonds, relationships, attachments that you feel that are worth protecting, emotions that you've experience. We do not have that and even if we do, we forget and abandon. Immortals are the past. You are the future." Kurai looked at his hands and figured out that unlocking all seven means he might bec

Maverick's mouth made a grinding sound as his body began to twist strangely. Chad vaguely felt something was wrong, so he led Bernard out of the basement. Bang! With a muffled sound, Maverick broke free from the ropes and stood up by brute force. Chad was amazed. It was one of the Mystic Hexa Techniques, and it was simply absurdly powerful. After all, once one learned immortality, they would continue to grow stronger as long as they were resurrected. The disadvantage was that one would lose some memories, so it was probably the simplest way to become stronger in the world!

I would be the fire that consumed them all. I became obsessed with power. With control. I read everything I could find about magic, about EmberBorn history, about the ancient ones who had been truly invincible. And I learned something fascinating: there was a ritual. A forbidden thing that hadn't been attempted in centuries. A way to take power from other EmberBorn and make it your own. To become not just strong, but immortal