Immortal Technique: Civil War Novels & Stories

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?”

I was the one who gave you that pain and I should be the one to get you free from your pain. I know after getting my blood, you would be going away but I would be following you. Just wait a bit for me. Just wait for the short spur of time for me. I leaned with the mouthful of my own blood to his restless body, which was barely speaking. "Do..n't," I could hear his low whispers and groans but this was best for both of us. I pressed my lips against his and passed the blood in my mouth to his. With every drop of blood, he gulped through his throat, I was happy to give him the immortal afterlife that he was longing for so long.

Boom— The next second, the palm struck the avatar. However, the avatar managed to counter just in time. Both sides trembled and then retreated simultaneously. The first clash had ended in a stalemate. Aria was stunned. Andrius had the strength to contend with an Immortal Realm being’s avatar. He was too powerful! The avatar was also shocked. Was that a joke? How could slave he captured from the lower realm could match him in combat? “Immortal Art: Soul Destruction!” The avatar was unable to suppress his rage and unleashed his most powerful technique.

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

He was stunned. Chad seized the opportunity. While throwing out dozens of needles, he activated the Immortal Unity technique! Boom! In an instant, Chad disappeared from his original position. When he reappeared, he landed a punch on Marshawn's abdomen. Boom! With a deafening roar, Marshawn remained in place, but the shockwave from the punch spread out, blowing the surrounding people away. Marshawn frowned as he looked at Chad, who had used the Immortal Unity technique, with shock and disbelief.

That time has finally arrived. Many of you reading this may be new to immortality, but fret not: I, Rupert Walters, have created these pamphlets to help you adjust to the insularities immortals face in everyday life, from complications of etiquette to the basic workings of your new biology. Shockingly, some newlydeads have expressed confusion as to why the Nightfall was necessary. The answer is that we are currently undergoing an industrial revolution. Firearms are becoming increasingly deadly—some are even capable of killing immortals. But while technology has advanced, England’s mortal commonwealth has become simpler. European gentlemen have spent centuries attempting to civilize barbarian

I tell her and she pulls me into a big hug and then pulls away and says, “Shit they are going to kill each other.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. We both began to race through the sand to the sidewalk and then it happened. A large black van stopped in our path and four large men with masks on jumped out of the van and grabbed us. Emily and I tried fighting them off but they were too strong as they threw us in the back of the van and shut the door. Emily moved to me wrapping her arms around me like she was protecting me from them. “Leave her out of this. She isn’t one of us.” Emily said to the men and I realized that the men that took us were immortals just like herself and now me

However, he was too late. Once the flurry of blows struck Frank, he reared his head and coughed a jet of blood into the air, as if defenseless. "Mr. Lawrence!" Ned had seen enough and was ready to leap into the fray when Silverbell caught him. She appeared even more shocked than Ned because she recognized the technique Frank used. The Death Eater—with it, one would only be bolstered endlessly the more they fought. Most importantly, only two individuals knew that technique. The first was the Lord of the Southern Woods—it was the technique he used to carve a bloody path into Talnam and achieve fame for that feat.

Whatever happened next would be difficult, life-altering, even. As she reached a hand out for the box she heard the first crack of the rifle. Through the small window in the attic she saw the Immortalist army just on the precipice of the lawn, approaching slowly. Though Caleb was an excellent shot, the Immortalists could move with such lightning speed, none of his shots reached them. Caitlin turned and grabbed the box. Its strange patterned flower design seemed so familiar. She had looked at this box many times in her youth but had never gotten the chance to open it.