As An Immortal I Only Learn Forbidden Skills Novels & Stories

I visualized my hands free, my magic unleashed. With a sharp snap, the iron shackles broke apart, clattering to the ground. The sudden release sent a jolt through me, and I gasped, the surge of magic rushing back into my veins like a wildfire. I staggered to my feet, my legs trembling from days of confinement. I wasn’t at full strength yet, but I was strong enough. Strong enough to kill. I moved quietly to the door, my bare feet making no sound against the cold stone floor. They thought I was too weak to fight back, that I was just another witch they could control. I would show them how wrong they were.

Alpha Murphy said breathlessly. "No. This is the end, Murphy. I was never yours. I was never accepted in the Black Knights Pack. Now I see why I looked different from others, it's because my father was from the Red Moon Pack and he was blonde. I always knew I was missing something, but I am glad to have found out the truth. Murphy, you can't always have things your own way. It doesn't work like that." Sassy said and paused to see the effect of her words on Alpha Murphy.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

He added. "I know you want to avenge your father and stepmother's death," the Immortal declared, his hand still maintaining the barrier. "But our power is currently locked, with my battle experience and your power without experience, aside from the fact that I wield magic, which I won't be using when fighting you. So, you need to train more and gain more experience to take me on and kill me." My mind reeled in shock.

Blake clarified. Even I was confused about what Blake was talking about. I cast the spell on them to be immortal and suffer the trials of never ending time. But I was lucky back then and I was motivated by my devastation and desperation. I wouldn't even know how to remove the the spell now. " I've read somewhere a while back that one of the ways to defeat am immortal is by fire. To be precise, hell fire." " You want to kill us with hell fire? Don't you think this is getting out of hand? Where would you even get hell fire?"

He looked at me as if I were a memory he no longer believed. Rylan came close to me . "Alaana," he said, "What are you trying to do?." "Nothing," I said, “I can't believe what I just witnessed with my own two eyes,” I said, still looking at William. "He was never a fighter." The Pack became crowded, as the Pack members were whispering. "That's the weak Omega servant, who was Mated to Princess Alaana, he fought thousands of rogues alone. Where did he suddenly get such powers from?" One of the Pack members said.

" My catch is nothing much, send more souls as usual, this time you'll have nothing to fear because you're a tres eternal, and whenever I call unto you to do my bidding, anything at all, you do with no hesitation " " sounds like still selling my soul to you " " No, there's difference, you have control over yourself and what you do, I can't control you but if you dare disobey, I can also orchestrate my way to bring you down " " Immortal doesn't just come free, what's the effect? "She asked.

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."