Immortal Technique: Civil War Novels & Stories

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.

It was the most powerful technique of the Sky Genesis Immortal Palace, and quite a few other ultimate techniques were derived from it. As his true vitality surged, his injuries quickly healed. However, the puppet warrior gave him no chance.

"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.

If Hale has the talent, or the power to create something as influential as that, then why choose mortality? He looks uncomfortable, turning away to busy himself with rearranging something on the dresser. “A form of immortal suicide, I guess.” “You wanted to use it?” I'm bewildered. It's the last thing I expected to come from his mouth, but it makes the most sense. He's always come off as sad to me, plagued with a life he never wanted. He waves his hand dismissively. “This was over two centuries ago, mind you. I was very broody.”

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

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.

He leaps back and shifts into his human form, chest heaving, that twisted smile still playing on his lips. I shift back as well, stepping out of the dust. The wound on my arm takes too long to seal up. That’s when I catch it. Wolfbane. This bastard inflicted poison while we were fighting. “It’s been a while since I had a good fight,” Jack smirks, raising his head like he had already won. “Too bad it’ll be ending soon.” My fist clenches. “Now that you have your so-called mate, the eternal curse has been lifted,” he says, and I hate where he is heading. “Which means you are no longer immortal.”

And how? I really love her and I won't be able to live If I'd killed her. Now I have to choose between my personality and my emotions. It's really hard to make a decision in times like this. And Master isn't even helping matters. He keeps manipulating my dreams indirectly. And manipulating me into killing her. If I don't kill her, I'll lose my post and powers as an immortal to a mortal, but if I kill her, I'll lose my heart and mind. What sort of dilemma is this?

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”