Immortal Technique: Civil War Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

It was as though he was enraptured by the sight. With a shaky voice, he explained, "The Ninefold Revival Technique is a miraculous acupuncture technique created by Tobur Hemingway, the legendary physician of the Triadric Era. It is said to have the power of rebalancing the forces of life to the point of bringing the dead back to life. "No matter how severe the illness was, as long as the patient was still breathing, they could make a full recovery. However, according to the ancient records, this technique had been lost ages ago. I never would've believed it was still around if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

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?

He opened it, revealing detailed illustrations and explanations of the technique. The Ethereal Barrier Technique was described as a powerful defensive art that allowed the practitioner to create a shimmering barrier of energy around themselves. The barrier could deflect physical attacks and absorb energy-based assaults, making it an excellent choice for someone seeking to enhance their defensive capabilities. Danial’s eyes widened as he read through the descriptions. The technique involved the manipulation of one's internal energy to form a protective shield that could adapt to different types of attacks. It required precise control and focus but promised unparalleled protection against a wi

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

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

He walks back out and turns around to us. "START!" Madison and I circle around looking for an opening. I'm more trying to get the feeling of her fighting style, her strength and her weakness. She finally launches toward me, but I was able to dodge it with ease. I can tell she don't look to have the greatest speed, so that might be a nice plus to me. As she tries to do it again, I take the opportunity as she let her guard down by her stomach. I punch her once and she goes down fast, almost too fast. I watch for her to get up, but it seems it was over, and she wasn't getting back up. I looked to Seth like what the hell. He smiled back as he walks over.

the enforcer said, his smirk widening into something cruel. The other two approached, moving slowly, eyes fixed on Davorin like they were ready for him to snap at any moment. When they reached me, one of them took my wrists and snapped cold, heavy cuffs into place. They weren’t standard metal, the faint sting against my skin told me they were spelled, probably to keep me from pulling any supernatural tricks I didn’t even know I had yet. “I’m coming with her,” Davorin said. “Sorry, pup, the invite’s for one.”