Battle Of The Immortals Novels & Stories

Chapter 43 Narat’s POV “Get your hands off him or you face my wrath!” That voice… deep, furious, unmistakable. No way… WARIN!!!!!! Just like a speed of lightning, they were all on the ground begging for their lives. Well, that’s him for you….super strong and fast. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt me… not when he is around.

“Okay. I understand. But please Marley. Be careful. They know you’re out there.” “Who?” “The other Coven Leaders. You thought Korin was bad. If someone like Othello got you— Absinthe would not be able to do a damned thing about it.” Who the hell was Othello? I didn’t know a thing about the name, or who he was, or his importance. “Who’s Othello?” “Othello is the Lord of the Vampires.” “Absinthe is a Lord too.” I’d met Korin… he was a Lord, and other than being a creep, he wasn’t that ba—

Frederick retorted without missing a beat, smirking. The combined age of the Seven Immortals exceeded seven hundred years, and Frederick's words visibly upset them. "I’m going to rip out your sharp tongue!” Palm Immortal snarled, and he launched himself at Frederick with another palm strike. This strike was powerful enough to move mountains and split seas. Even the six fighters from the Whalens who were standing far off were shaken. The strength of the Seven Immortals was beyond the Eight Warlords. If all the Seven Immortals were this strong, even the Eight Kings would have met defeat in today’s battle.

Unfortunately, Kalta was fast and swift and managed to dodge the orb right on time but fortunately the orb was able to hit one of the locks holding Bethany captive but not without hurting her. "The only person that is dying tonight is you Kalta." Adonis said as he advanced towards him, ready to blast him again. He did not have a complete game plan in his head, but he knew that he was not going to stop fighting until Kalta was either dead or he was dead. "Well, I do not mind making an example with you before you breathe your last," Kalta said and launched at Adonis. Adonis, equally ready to set an end to all of this launched his own ball of fire and the battle for life and death began.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

For sure, the casualties on their side was high but the blood of their dead paved way for the victory they needed. They failed to locate the Mambabarang, but they managed to capture the stronghold of their enemies. It reminded Lukas of the Battle of Camp Abubakar, of which he was also a participant. Both were major offensives and both were just as bloody. However, the previous conflict was much more horrifying; men are capable of more violence than monsters. He shook his head and banished the thought from his mind. There was nothing much to do so he followed Francis with the rest of his team back to the truck.

Tobias smiled and strum on his artifact. The rhythm was fast and the message it wanted its audience to perceive was only the abundance of chaos. The million enemy cultivators who prostrated before him stood up and engaged the sight of horror in their midst. Thus, the battle for the survival of the Vestal Virgin Sect finally restarted in an epic duel of 6 Half Step Immortals. "Please stop..." Maru whispered. His tears had continuously marred his face askew. A sight not fit for someone with his status and power.

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

Those grey eyes have turned into molten, flaming glowing orbs. He opens his palm and glances down at the bullet he caught. Three more blasts release. One from me and the others from the Alphas. But like a blur, Jack is gone. A sudden chill rises behind me. I react quickly. The tree beside me explodes under Jack’s fist, splitting in half. I land several feet away. This bastard is stronger than I thought. “It seems I underestimated you, Alpha,” Jack straightens and glances over his shoulder, dust swirling in the air between us. “You are as they say. The unbeatable immortal Alpha.”