All Black Necrosword Novels & Stories

“No one is allowed to interrupt. And no other weapon is permitted aside from the chosen sword to use.” “Hercules will get the answers he wants if he wins.” Hercules’ second said. “And if Black Dragon wins, the Olympus Gang will not be seen on Korea ever again. Or they’ll will be found six feet under the ground.” Yosef added. JD and Hercules just stayed quiet and glaring at each other. Their second hand men handed their swords before they begin. Hercules will use a longsword while Black Dragon will use a katana. Both men are known to be expert on using sword during training and combat.

Horrified, I watched, almost in slow motion, as they embedded themselves in the girl’s heads, one after the other. Red exploded, spluttering out of the holes, and their bodies slumped against each other. Dead. My training kicked in a millisecond later, cutting through my grief, and I prayed it was fast enough. I turned around, getting out of the way and drawing my gun, tears pricking my eyes as I scanned for the attacker, hoping Reed was okay. Where did he come from? How did we not see— There was only one person behind me, his expression neutral, as he lowered the gun.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

But unfortunately, his old body was unable to withstand the fire spears that pierced his chest. He slowly sank into the lake. "Wow, two cats are dead. Only one is left. Tell me, in what way do you want to die?" Narakashura approached the Black Tiger who looked very limp. "Insolent ...." The Black Tiger's breathing became increasingly irregular. "Alright, I'll cut off your head, how about it?" Narakashura formed a large scythe with both hands. The fiery scythe was swung straight towards the Black Tiger's neck.

Her wings splay out, exposing her vulnerable chest. I partially shift, claws ripping from my fingers, and stab them deep into her heart. She dies. Messily. Screaming. I hear the same death wail from the others—only three left now. Looks like Nate and Rowen handled theirs. Black goo covers my hands. I grimace. I’m going to have to boil this off later. Then I spot Lamashtu #3 reaching for my other sword. “Oh, hell no.” She grabs it—and throws it. Far. Great.

His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes. I swung my both swords downwards, letting the blood seep on the ground. " Shoot the arrows at her," the Alchemist's knights aimed their bows at me . So , this is it! The arrows carried paralysing aphrodisiacs , due to which Loren and other knights fainted. Perfect, I'll let you feel the taste of paralysing. I covered my nose and mouth with the mask. I moved forward, with a swift stance I twirled around releasing the blackish aura from the blade of Black reaper sword. The smoky atmosphere distracted the visions of Alchemist giving me the opportunity to use the Numbing aura of Black reaper sword.

Too many for even Morgana's magic to handle. The first wave hit like a wall of darkness. Claws raked across my shoulder. Teeth found the gap in my fire-shield. Pain shot through my arm as something bit deep. I fought back. Fire. Earth. Water turning to ice spears. But for every shadow creature I killed, three more took its place. Behind them, Silas walked forward. Calm as death. Like he had all the time in the world. In his hand was a sword that made my skin crawl. Black metal that seemed to eat light. Runes along the blade glowing with hungry fire.

I try to get to my feet, but my legs feel like lead. Through the haze, I see a group of people approaching. Are they here to help me, or are they the ones I’m running from? I struggle to stay conscious, to keep moving, but my body betrays me. I collapse, the last of my strength gone. The world fades, the sounds of the forest and the rain merging into a distant roar. Everything goes black. *** Nero “This can’t be fucking happening,” I growl as I run into the destruction that is my pack house.

As if he was mimicking the god of execution—Shezmu. The ancient Egyptian demonic god of execution, slaughter, and blood. His ensemble was completed with his silver sword and a pistol with silver bullets. ~An ultimate wolf-killing weapon.~ that’s what he calls it. The moment he stepped foot on the manor grounds, his hunters formed around him, some carrying the insignia of the Black Order as if telling everyone they'd soon own the manor. Even with masks covering their faces, the aura they emit is vicious. Within minutes, the Golems had reached the main hall, but this time the wolves had time to fight back.