Immortal Technique: Civil War Novels & Stories

They were mysteries that could not easily be seen through, even by great Scholars. The other type of seals was the immortal type. An immortal seal was just as the name implied - it lasted forever. The caster had no right or the ability to remove the seal, neither were they any hidden locks - conditions for removal - that had to be met. Immortal seals were the most brutal of seals since it took the life of the caster and/or a number of other sacrifices to create it. Fortunately for Mane, the seal that had been cast on him wasn’t an immortal one. It was the first kind of seal; it could be removed, but only by the caster.

Ella. We sat. Anderson settled behind his desk, hands folded professionally. "During advanced combat training yesterday, Maya was sparring with a student named Rebecca Clarke. The match was going well until Rebecca used a forbidden technique. Maya reacted instinctively, countering with significant force. Rebecca suffered three broken ribs and a concussion." "A forbidden technique?" I asked. "What does that mean?" "Techniques designed to cause permanent damage or death. They're explicitly banned in training. Rebecca used a strike targeting the throat with lethal intent."

If she's only not ruthless, she will never suffer all these things. Stefano waited for a few seconds because Natalia might have something to say but she didn't speak. So Stefano pulled out the sharp sword and without emotion, it moved quickly, and just for a second Natalia's head was thrown and it rolled on the floor. Its eyes are wide open. Natalia's body suddenly trembled and she fell to the floor. Blood gushed out from its neck that had been severed from deep within its body. It was red and sticky. Stefano was not surprised because the body of the immortal is like that when the head is cut off. The body will not die immediately. After a few seconds of whining, it gradually weakened until

achieve the same power through surgery and software. "This is blasphemy," Elder Cang muttered, though he didn't dare speak too loudly. He was now the "Technical Advisor" for the sect, a title he hated but couldn't refuse. "You are turning the path of immortality into a manufacturing line." "I'm turning it into a survival strategy, Elder," Scarlett countered, without looking up from her HUD. "The 'immortality' you seek is useless if a Creator-class fleet vaporizes this mountain from orbit." Suddenly, the Stellar Navigator let out a piercing, rhythmic alarm.

Animal after animal fell with a howl, my boot connecting with the head of one, sending it flying, its heavy body landing awkwardly on its own neck, cracking it and killing it instantly. This was familiar to me. I'd killed lycan for years, before civilization became... civilized. When the light started shinging into the dark of our world and we had to take to hiding. When our wars couldn't be fought in the open anymore. And to be honest... I missed it.

She rhetorically asked and scoffed a brief laugh. "What does that mean?" The leading woman asked. "Unlike the pack of Blood Mooners that I subdued many years ago, there was another group of undying vampires known as the 'real immortals'. Stake them they live, cut of their heads another grows back, burn them, butcher them, yet they join back together. They can't die."

Their skins were hard to cut with most swords, and they had resistance to minor magics. "Hey Tay Tay! It's like you said they are all immortals like us!" Vale cried out excitedly. "That is right. Every man here under my command is one of the greater immortal races. You should be on our side." "HwaH? Please don't misunderstand. I could care les...I just heard that some of you mate for life.... I wonder what will happen to your significant others when we kill you. Would they stay celibate for the remainder of their lives? Or would they move on in a week or two? I want to find out!"

he said seriously as I was just confused, here I am again, so slow to understand everything. "And who is that? What's the book of immortality?" I asked. He smiled as he looked at me. "It's Freeda, she's the key to mending the broken relationship between the vampire and the werewolves. She will fulfill the book of the beauty of immortality," he said then looked at the dark sky, there was a bright star, it was the Polaris. "The destiny is written in the book and no one can change it," he also added which made me more confused. Book? What the hell is he talking about?

She clocked that away for later. He eyed her hands. His face flickered with something—was it awe? Not fear. Just something big, and gone as soon as it came. “Sit,” he said. They sat on the flat stone outside his door—the night above them somehow both huge and close. He walked her through a meditation technique he called old—older than the current sects, thought to be lost. She followed his voice, closed her eyes, and felt the burning in her chest start to settle, sink deeper, and fill her veins all at once.

“Okay, elaborate.” “My clan heard about the immortal baby,” “And,” “Will you let me finish what I’m saying?” “Okay, just say it.” “Vampire Society has an absolute law that Immortal Babies should be executed. They are seen as a threat. When someone is turned into a vampire, their age will stop and if a baby is turned, they’d stay that age and size eternally. They were a threat because they kill senselessly and will until they're dead.” “What makes her in danger?”