Immortal Technique: Civil War Novels & Stories

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 academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

They were at a good distance, hence, there could not be a chance of hand to hand combat. She cracked her shotgun and fired. ********** ****DISCLAIMER*** The technique of using needles to stop blood flow through particular muscles, rendering the body immobile is a completely made up thing. This is a work of fiction, please do not try any these 'stupid' tricks in real life. They are baseless and false. It is only to give meaning to the story. Thank you all for reading, please don't forget to vote with gems and follow me for my upcoming books.

Zeres nodded and said. “I was tortured, it was a really bad moment for me, I was in a bronze cage burning in an inferno of molten lava. No way of escape. But, I neither cried until the pain was over. That was just all. Besides I am an immortal and only immortals know how long it would take to actually break them.” “Immortal? How did you get your immortality?” “From the late king. I never thought that I would be in such a dilemma in my life before. He uses the solvent of a dead dragon mixed with molten steel some how, that formed an indestructible core within you.”

Thana stated, backing me up. “Let’s get started.” My team paired off into groups of two, leaving me to spare with Thana, my second in command. We practiced with our blades and blocking oncoming attacks. Although guns now existed, immortal creatures had no interest in them, mostly because they did little damage to immortals, it was the equivalent of shooting a person with a BB gun. Not effective at all, that is aside from the special handguns the order gave out with blessed bullets, those could kill a vampire instantly, but they were hard to get and were only given to the generals.

Terrifying explosions continued to ring out as Caspian continued to absorb his life force. "Alas... The people in the Mortal World have limitations after all. Once I use the secret technique of longevity, they will surely die!" The woman in the court dress sighed with emotion. Although her secret technique also had a certain lethality to the people in the immortal world, the Immortal was still an Immortal after all. The real Immortal would not be absorbed to death by her like this, but it was hard to say for the cultivator in the inferior world. It could not be said that they had no chance of survival, because powerful descendants of the Immortal occasionally appeared in the Mortal World, bu

Severin closed his eyes shut as he carefully appreciated the knowledge entering his consciousness. The Wood Emperor Immortal Art was an extraordinary technique that rivaled even the old wacko's Supreme Oneness Scripture. Both pathways allowed one to become a true immortal, but the Wood Emperor Immortal Art possessed one unique aspect—it had a profound emphasis on harnessing fundamental mana, molding one's very being through the laws of creation.

The second soldier barbarically dragged her back towards the centre of the mat as she screamed, desperately digging her nails into the ground. The man released her suddenly, lifting her head as she cried, his laugh blackening her already fragile soul, her impressionable mind filled with only pain and sorrow. She clenched her eyes shut, whimpering when the soldiers fist connected with her cheek, the blow worsening the cut on the side of her lips. He continued to laugh as he rose back to his feet, watching her wither in pain along with the others as the third man walked over to a large weapons rack, removing two of the wooden swords. He threw one of the wooden blades towards the young immortal

Heading west, the journey was long. Along the way, Gideon focused on studying the Soaring Immortal's Blow. He discovered that the ultimate technique created by Annalise was incredibly profound, in no way inferior to the Doombringer Knuckle developed by Ronan. The core principle of Soaring Immortal's Blow was a decisive, kill-in-one-strike move. It was an absolute, dominant technique. What surprised Gideon was that within Soaring Immortal's Blow, he sensed the essence of swordsmanship. It had the speed, precision, and ruthlessness of a sword art.