As An Immortal I Only Learn Forbidden Skills นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Severin closed his eyes shut as he carefully appreciated the knowledge entering his consciousness. The Wood Emperor Immortal Art was an extraordinary technique that rivaled even the old wacko's Supreme Oneness Scripture. Both pathways allowed one to become a true immortal, but the Wood Emperor Immortal Art possessed one unique aspect—it had a profound emphasis on harnessing fundamental mana, molding one's very being through the laws of creation.

I control them all to some degree. Kai and I were born as necromancers, an ability that used to have to be mastered and earned. Dad had to learn how to become a necromancer. He died and had to bring himself back to life. I’m glad I got to skip that part. I was born with all the necromancer's abilities, such as controlling death, talking to spirits, and immortality. That’s why eighteen feels like a blimp to me. A moment in time that I will forever have. I won’t age past eighteen. This is the end of the line for me regarding aging. I’ve always been immortal, but I stop aging now. I’m technically a year younger than my mom, who has been stuck at the age of nineteen since she became my dad’s fam

Before Dante could even finish, Incur pronounced something that took their attention. “The forbidden spell,” Incur enunciated. “Yes, those were the same words Maleficent had told me. I have volunteered to be her test subject to try this spell. The spell was successful but she had to pay the price of casting the forbidden spell with her life. I am immune to different diseases and have even survived the plague back then but I am no immortal. My Lycan genes also helped me become more adaptable, hence I can regenerate any damage inflicted to my body.” Dante silenced himself after these last sentences.

An immortal. I’ve learnt how to decider an immortal from a mortal. It’s rather easy, to be honest. Because an immortal is the most foreign looking person you will ever see. And the man staring back at me, eyes as blank as a slate, is an immortal. I would bet my own life on it.

For all his heretical beliefs, he was flirting with his own ruin, putting himself in a situation where it could all be taken away from him, because secretly he knew it was wrong, that the balance must be restored and being immortal was nothing like he hoped it would be. Jimmy also realised what had really scared him when he looked into Isimud’s eyes. Behind the anticipation and the maliciousness, he had seen a dull and stultifying numbness. That must be the worst thing about being immortal, never having to worry about getting old or dying. Like his story, Isimud’s life lacked an ending, and that took away all of its meaning.

Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently). She learned he didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was open and unguarded, like it surprised him. She found out he’d been exiled—not officially, but in every way that mattered—because he refused to hide a cultivation discovery that could help rootless cultivators. He lost everything for that choice. She learned he knew about every bruise she’d had even without asking, because he paid attention, and checked in about them the way you talk about old injuries—not to poke, just to know which doors not to open carelessly. One night, sitting there, she realized sh

Although Gunner Vivian was not injured, then the strong man also ran away, Tadhg Walter did not chase, but Gunner Vivian was not used to fighting and got tired. It's just that Break Bone Human knows how to do this. Also because of protecting Tadhg Walter, at that time Gunner Vivian unleashed his power, he himself knew it. If it is to refine so many Immortal Pills, it is not impossible to set foot in the Middle Rank Immortal Venerable, even the High Rank Immortal Venerable Realm. But Tadhg Walter had no choice but to borrow the help of Immortal Pills to break through the cultivation base, cultivate himself, he also wanted to practice again, so that the foundation of the manufacturing mechanis

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

Now, it’s kind of late to adjust to the environment where my biological mother grew up. There was another thing that my grandmother told me. It was ridiculous again, but I believed her anyway. Her eyes looked as if she was telling the truth. The sincerity was evident in her eyes when she told me that when I was a child, Andrea had utilized black magic that is forbidden in the world of wolves. She used it to steal all my capabilities, including my archery skills and speed. According to my grandmother, it is the main reason why I live like this—a weak Vertina. I used to be strong when I was a child, or at least that’s what she said.

The loud, terrified voices of the prisoners were suddenly quiet as they stared at me with hope, while some stared as if I was crazy. I went to a cage and used my claws to swipe the lock hard, and it broke. I did it with three more cages, and they came out, but I had to shift back to give instructions. "If you want to get the hell out of here, you'll be fast and quiet, and if you belong to DeadFangs Pack, this should be your ability. You can break free from any cage due to your wolf power, but this one is different because of the wolfsbane outside used in securing the place."