Immortal Technique Discography Novels & Stories

she turned her gaze to Sebastian, “Or was it you?” Sebastian attempted to speak, but he was too late, Latina had already knitted his mouth with invisible life thread, a string that was said to be made of an immortal life force, the secret behind the unmoving attack of high-level vampires. It was stronger than iron and could resist fire, in fact, the more the person who was tied with the fiber moved, the more their energy weakened. ‘Damn! When did she learn to wield a life thread?’ he cursed in his mind. He couldn’t do anything but watch how Latina tortured Rupert.

I want them back. I can hear the drumming on the bedroom door, like the beating of what is left of my heart. Give them back to me. I know they are never coming back. I start screaming and smash all the vases in the room against the walls. I must destroy everything. I have to put an end to the illusion Elio lives in and wants me to live in. I grab my books, slippers, clothes, and makeup and throw them into the big bathtub in our bathroom. I hold a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pour it over the pile of my old life.

The room becomes still, the silver flames flicker, the symbols along the walls glow brighter and even the air itself seems to pause, then the figure straightens, her form expands and the shifting smoke surrounding her thickens. Power rolls through the room like distant thunder, when she speaks, her voice is no longer merely a voice, it is a force, a presence, something vast enough to shake stone and silence thought. "Mira." The single word reverberates through the chamber, the walls tremble, the shelves rattle and symbols blaze with silver light, every hair on my body stands on end. "One hundredth Guardian of the Gates of Death and Life." The title echoes long after she finishes speaking, I

Its voice vibrated in their minds, omnipresent and ancient. “You have reached the heart of my domain, anomaly. Every pulse of your bond disrupts threads I have maintained since the first dawn of creation. Will you endure… or be unmade?” The immortal beside Seraphine spread his wings, silver energy crackling along the feathers. “They feel the bond,” he said quietly. “Every heartbeat, every surge. And yet… they cannot predict its chaos. That is why we endure.” The ground quaked violently as the First Immortal struck, sending pulses of raw cosmic energy cascading outward. Shards of fractured reality collided, twisting, snapping, spinning. Shadows lunged for them, attempting to sever the connect

The second one chanted a million mantras and above his head appeared a million different kinds of weapons coming fast towards the man as if it wants him to be alike an immortal porcupine but the man just looked at the conjuration tranquilly as he swerved his hand on a circling motion and the numerous armaments returned to their owner as if a sending failed error message that made the immortal who cast the spell become a shooting target of a gun range as his body was filled with holes of every sizes. The immortal's eyed dulled as he prepared on his journey to afterlife. The third one enlarged into a universe sized colossus as an armored aura can be visibly seen around the immortal as his spec

Chad and Bernard had the same thoughts—the Mystics' immortality technique! They never expected Yael to teach Maverick immortality. Chad quickly asked, "Where is he?" "In the basement!" Hogan said, hurrying to Villa No. 3's basement. The basement was small, and Maverick was bound. He shouted as he lay on the ground. According to Bernard, those who knew they were immortal would become stronger with each resurrection. Maverick had died three or four times in quick succession, so would he be physically stronger? Maverick's mouth made a grinding sound as his body began to twist strangely.

Another person replied, "But dad, think about what my little tenth brother says. We're also actually on the verge of doom." The old man spoke in a rough tone of voice, “Did you forget the First Art of the Immortal Emperor?” The first art of the Immortal Emperor or is a sport based on a comprehensive system of coordination of the body through movement, breathing and meditation as an effective means of maintaining health, spirituality or training in martial arts. And because it is a sport in medicine, philosophy and martial arts

Seeing this smile, Mistaken Fox was such he just asked something he shouldn't but before he could try to escape, Kirou spoke up first, "It's nothing that difficult really. While the methods are different, it's quite similar to how you, a thief player, was given a quest that made you change your class to a completely different skill tree. Consider it one of the many hidden gimmicks of Immortal Era." Following those words, Mistaken Fox turned as pale as a sheet. While he wasn't sure before, he was now certain that the player before him had found one of Immortal Era's many hidden gimmicks. And by the looks of it, it is a very important gimmick.

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.

“I guess it is to be expected. Every one eventually comes to fear death.” “Impossible! I am Immortal!” Berlak declared, eyes glowing with rebellion. “I am a god. I cannot die. This is but a vessel. A pathetic and weak vessel. You may end it now but I will come back in the next and I will hunt you down. I swear it by Grivit. I will find you and I will kill you. I will bring to you the fear of death…” now he was rambling, spittle and blood spilling with each word… “and when I’m done with you every one will understand my power. I am a god and you are nothing but a puny mor—”