All Black Necrosword Novels & Stories

In less than 6 seconds Nyos had eliminated 5 skeletons, reducing the group from 14 to 9. Keil raised his great metal shield high and advanced against the enemy formation; each of his footsteps rumbled loudly and he firmly unsheathed his white Mikarta-handled sword and Adamantite guard. Without even hesitating, and with the force of a train he rammed the skeletons, among them, the one who received the impact of the onslaught with the shield was totally smashed. The weapon in Keil's hands was a Mithryl bladed longsword, the damascus design on the blade of the weapon revealing similar forging patterns of intertwined rose stems which glowed with a dim crimson light due to enchantments. of the we

Then I saw him. He stood where no path led, bronze skin gleaming as if hammered straight from ore, eyes faceted obsidian, hair pulled tight into a knot that never moved. Armour wrapped his body in shifting light—blades folded over each other, edges reforming every time my focus tried to hold. A sword the size of a man’s height rode his back, silent, patient. A weapon, not a man. Nyxara’s tone was ice: The First Blade. The name dragged dust from the rafters. Even Selene’s silver shivered.

Millions of Nightmares of all classes are gathered in front of a pitch black castle. Above the stairs are thirteen commanders, each wearing a white mask and carrying a Muerte Sword. Muerte Swords or Death Swords are the same as a Dark Crystal Sword that the Crimson Eyed Warriors use. The difference is that they do not dematerialize and they are capable of sucking the soul of their victim. These souls will add to the sword's strength and will pass the knowledge and skills of the victim's soul to its wielder. There are only 13 Muerte Swords in the Nightmare Empire and they are given to 13 compatible wielders.

“I feel it.” Lord Valen smiled. “Now.” The courtyard exploded with light. A massive black object erupted from beneath the stone. It was unlike any weapon I had ever seen. It looked like a long spear constructed from dark metal and ancient crystal, covered with symbols that seemed to move whenever the light touched them. The weapon struck the ground between Nikolai and me. The force that followed was enormous. I was thrown backward. “Nikolai!” He disappeared behind a wall of energy. I tried to reach him.

The liquid was so bright, that could blind anyone. “Why is it so bright?” I asked, curiously. “These kinds of potions are reserved for Gods and rare creatures. Right now we are hoping the potion is enough to save him. That black sword is very dangerous for a creature like him.” “So if it can injure him, then it can kill any other creature? How did he get that?” “Mictlan keeps a lot of godly weapons down there. Cassius must have just found it and used it against him.” “Where is Nicholas?” I asked once again, curiously.

James was unwilling to give up. He walked toward the black coffin again and summoned his Path Powers to form a long sword. James mobilized the Universal Sword Art and gathered the various Path Powers of heaven and earth to form the bright long sword. The long sword shot out from his hand and slashed at the black coffin. Boom!!! The long sword struck the black coffin and caused a deafening sound to permeate the air. A crack formed on the black coffin, and black Demonic Energy leaked out to attack James.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

"Black Smoke Demonic Sword!" A furious roar had just sounded when an enormous hand descended from the sky. This hand was as skinny as firewood and carried a dense white bone glow. The white bone palm tightly held a small mountain-like stone coffin as it ruthlessly suppressed it. The heavy pressure and the boundless smell of decay completely covered the area within a hundred meters. Seeing the Black Smoke Demonic Sword, it was a black shadow of a sword, as if it was made up of countless black smoke. The black demon power appeared with the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000

“That spineless coward. Tell him to emerge from the shadows and fight like a man against me! ” “Many have fallen by my blade. I was born to serve the Necessary Evil, and I will continue to do so until my death. I've never let him down, and today won't be any different,” the man finished, releasing the grimoire's strap. It landed on his palm.