All Black Necrosword Novels & Stories

He immediately shouted out: "Has the forensics team arrived yet?" "Sir, they're on their way." The man who answered him is a young police. The man looks around the area, involuntarily frowns, “Turn off this damn sound." As he spoke, he pointed at the playing vintage cassette player. After a while, he noticed a handsome young man who was touching and measuring something next to the victim's body, especially the mysterious black rose. The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting”.

The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword's cyan light.

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

Can't a girl catch a break. I heard their bones start to crack as they shift back into their original form naked. There didn't look ashamed of standing naked instead both if them looked surprised of me not standing naked with them. In their dreams. They looked at me with pure hate,I couldn't recognize them but I had a feeling they weren't part of the midnight pack and they weren't rogues either. "So she is the famous Alpha Black, the one we were sent to kill."The skinny wolf said ,he has scars all over his body and his dick was short. You won't blame me it was so funny.

"I need juice. And I don’t mean the coffee. If the grid blows when I power up, that’s on you." "Outlets are behind the rack," Sophia interjected, not looking up from her screen. "We’re on a dedicated generator. Stop whining and plug in." Noah unzipped his bag, pulling out a matte black rig that looked like it could restart a dead satellite. "Lina said we’re taking a run at Takahashi." "We’re not taking a run," Dominic’s voice rumbled. "We’re gutting him. I want the blood on the floor, not just the data."

he said with a heavy sigh. “Then you have blackguards to contend with before reaching the necromancers,” he added in, pointing to a line of soldiers that were watching the battle intently, every one of them had matte black armour, a sword on their hip and a medium-sized shield with a white rams skull emblem in the middle of it, they were occasionally throwing up a shield to block an arrow or fireball directed to their charge, “They are the elite of the fae, magic using soldiers, skilled in combat with either.”

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

She staggered back, clutching at the handle with clawed fingers that trembled, not from pain, but from the raw terror of what was to come. She collapsed to her knees. Her skin began to crack. Veins pulsed beneath the surface, black and glowing, before splitting open like lightning fracturing the sky. Her body spasmed, her screams dissolving into gurgles. And in front of my eyes, Nyra crumbled into ash. And at the heart of the blackened dust, something small and solid remained. A dark glossy stone. A demon’s core. I stared at it in silence, my fingers still tight around the dagger’s hilt, my breath ragged. My heart beat not just for me, but for the life within me.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.