Immortal Technique: Civil War Novels & Stories

________________________________________ Xandra woke up seeing the handsome figure in front of her as she gasped clutching the comforter in her small hands. She tried to get back from him, she feared him. "Alexandra, it's me. Don't be afraid," he tried to make her calm. "Yea, it is you whom I am afraid of," she answered giving him pains in his immortal heart. "This is true that I am an Immortal... An Immortal Billionaire, you would say," he scoffed at his last sentence as he walked towards the window. "I hide it from you and every possible person I could. But I am not an evil person, Alexandra."

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.

I know I've thought about the possibility that I might be immortal before, but I know for sure that I'm human because of the distance between our abilities. I know for myself because I was wounded there in Avalone. I was still a normal human at that time. How many days have I not been able to walk because of the lameness I got? Even my wounds did not heal immediately. Even my wounds took a long time to heal like a normal person's. When did I become immortal? I don't remember drinking water from the fountain of youth because it no longer exists. I didn't drink Elijah's blood either. So how did I become immortal again?

T tells me, anchoring his gaze on the knitted fingers on his lap, “he gave me immortality. Even if he has a callous way of going about it. He snapped my neck without a second thought.” I flinch out the sound of that, my hands coming up to my throat. T nods solemnly. He doesn’t seem particularly mad about that, just bothered. The muscles in his jaw are tense, while he plays with the edge of the linen. I’m trying my best not to feel sorry for him. Nothing has changed, just because he is an immortal. “Why did you need immortality?” I ask. Never would I wish immortality on myself. “Many years ago, I got sick. I was in my prime as an assassin, doing work for people as I was paid to. However, some

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."

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

Those who have souls had no chance at all while the soulless machines were turned to scrap metals by the second. "How temporary, Cipher?" Minerva asked the system. She could see that the tenth tier immortal was not even sweating as he crushed all those who barred his way into smithereens. "An hour at most, Minerva." Cipher answered its master. "What about the soul sealing technique, Cipher?" Minerva asked the system. She had enslaved countless of souls through this way. It directly attacked the core of a being, its soul. Once the technique succeeded and the mark completely imprinted, the victim would be a mindless slave for all of eternity.

James asked. Yaroslav said, “This has something to do with the Leader’s martial art. He cultivates the Decimation of Immortality─an extremely vile martial art skill. Although it’s powerful, it is flawed in its methods. By researching Gu venom, the Leader wishes to perfect the Decimation of Immortality while at the same time creating biological viruses to create a powerful army independent of the state. Meanwhile, setting up the company was to prepare for what comes next.

To those from the Sacred Martial Arts Training Ground, we call that level and state as Immortality. "Every Sacred Martial Arts Training Ground has someone who has become immortal in the history of their existence. And these are the immortal techniques that they have left behind, but they're nothing but parlor tricks to you? How ignorant can you be?"