All Black Necrosword Novels & Stories

The demon's head suddenly touched it fiercely. "Wanna die!" Eesurrected All Demon's eyes were cold, the Black Sword in his hand suddenly moved, stabbing Brenna Abhaya's throat. As long as Brenna Abhaya continued to collide, she would be pierced by this sword. It's just that Brenna Abhaya's eyes were full of cruel and bloodthirsty color. At this moment, his left hand protruded, with a bang, he directly grasped the Eesurrected All Demon Black Sword, without the slightest care that his left hand exploded, his head exploded. Still colliding towards Eesurrected All Demon.

His sharp steely gaze swept over his boss, noting the slight scuff on his shirt cuff, the tautness in his jaw. “You were gone longer than expected,” he said evenly, though there was a flicker of curiosity beneath his stoic tone. “Is the scoundrel still breathing?” Nero brushed past him, his coat whispering against the air. “I would love nothing more than to be wearing black to a funeral right now.” His voice was quiet but heavy with implication. “But no. We won't be adding another tombstone to the family mausoleum. Not yet,” he added with a hint of disappointment that didn't go unnoticed by Nico.

I gasped, rolling away from the crater, the blinding white light of my aura flaring back to life as the necrotic suppression broke. Silas stood up slowly from the center of the crater. His heavy steel armor was completely shredded, warped, and covered in burning ash. He had lost his helmet, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood. He was bleeding from a dozen jagged lacerations, but he didn't even flinch. He held the legendary steel broadsword in his right hand. It wasn't glowing white anymore, but the steel was stained permanently black from the blood of the Colossal Husks.

"That you have to go get it." "Why does this sound like a trick?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fine, don't believe me. I'm just trying to answer your questions." His form began to fade into shadows. "No, wait. I'll listen," I begged. His form solidified again. "Tell me about this Night Sword." Remi lifted his finger. "The Night Sword is a legendary sword that was foraged to defeat the eternal blackness. It is said-," "Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?"

His sword clattered to the floor as it had been rendered useless. Before he could scream, I punched him in the face, simultaneously kicking him in the knees. He fell on his knees, but I didn't let him fall before I made my last strike. My claws came out, and I drove them straight through his chest. His cold blood flooded my nails. I hurriedly drove them out before I'd be stained. I held his head still, and I looked into his eyes, turning my eyes black. He gasped, opening his mouth, “Tenebris.” He muttered, and then I snapped his neck.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Once he took action, it was either them or him! "Insolence! Who dares screw around on the turf of us Blackmoon Traders!" A voice snarled viciously, and they could all feel the powerful aura charging straight at Caleb, only for him to swing his sword in retaliation. World Burial Sword—Earthsplitter! Boom! Suddenly airblades were launched forward and tearing deep gashes into the sturdy obsidian floor. And the person who had just spoken was cut in half despite their powerful aura, their blood and guts splattering all over the floor gruesomely!

The swords are bronze, beneath their silver skins. I’m barely two feet from the line, and I give away one of them stepping back from Black’s slash. The howling around us becomes a gasp as his blade is motionless in the moment before he starts the backswing, and I reach out, and grab it with my bare hand.

Although he's not the boss, his very position makes him a force to reckon with. Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results.

Beros was still in Nyxar's clutches, my heart beat wildly. I turned back, ready to ask another question when I saw him begin to make signs with his fingers as they emitted black smoke. Black magic. What was he doing? Before I could put a hand out to stop him, I heard the sound of the sword slicing through him, I looked at Solas' sword, it dripped black blood. And those eyes, those silver eyes, they no longer shone silver, they were black, the black of an abyss.