All Black Necrosword Novels & Stories

-SKELETON SWORD / RARITY: NORMAL TO RARE (BLUE TAG)- STR: 7 AGI: 3 DURABILITY: 100/100 AN UNKNOWN APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH WITH ALOT OF POTENTIAL CREATED A WEAPON THAT GOAL WAS TO SLAY THE ENEMIES IN FRONT, BY THE GREAT POTENTIAL THE WEAPON IS NEAR TO RARE AND THE PERFECTION HUNDRED REFINEMENT IS VERY NEAR. USING THE SKELETON AS A BASE ITS A DURABLE WEAPON THAT CAN FIGHT A HUNDRED BATTLE.

I look at him one last time and face the monster in front of me. The monster was white a big white monster and he had a lot of big eyes on his whole body, his horn in his head was three big and longhorns, his nose was long as well and his skin was crinkle and ugly. He has a sword in his back and it's different from the other sword because it's black. “Watch out for the monster that has a black sword weren’t the friendliest creature and his sword was dangerous, anything could be cut by that sword turns into a monster, and would be his minion, for the rest of your life.” that was what Remiel said.

He jerks, a pained cry escaping his lips before he stumbles forward off the stairs and falls face first at my feet, right on top of the knife he’d just been holding to my throat. I look up at the stairs. A man dressed in black, his face shielded by a hood, is holding a sword that looks like it’s made of night. The blade is black–the sucking, depthless kind of black I’ve never been able to recreate in my paintings, and the handle is woven with gems of deep blue and purple. The blade is coated with the Magpie’s blood as the man takes another step down into the cellar, then another, then he stops.

He had snuck into Groc's study at one point in time and had seen the different swords hung on the wall, most of them had been longer than he had been tall. They'd all presented themselves in various sizes, sharpened on both sides. It gave them a double-edged ferocity. But what had caught Sethlzaar's eye was neither them nor the elegantly curved swords with the inscription sword of Tarr crossed over each other and sharpened on one end with no visible sign of use unlike the others. No. It had been the black bow that had rested on the table against the wall. Its string was black as night with hints of silver threading along it from end to end, as if the weaving was mixed with metal. Then, he ha

"You filthy lowlife! You will tremble in the face of death and face your demise as you deserve to." Cyrus opened his mouth all of a sudden, spitting out a dagger. The dagger was completely black in color. It was covered densely in runes, emitting a terrifying aura as soon as Cyrus held it. "Be careful, sir! That's a Ghost Sword, it has the power to decay anything," Yumi shouted. There were too many ninjas in the room, and many of her men were already injured. Yumi had no choice but to join the battle, two swords appearing in her hands as she slashed her way into the battlefield.

The horde of zombies frantically charge toward where Fane was, but due to Fane dodging through the laws of space, the attacks were all useless! For a moment, the zombies did not react at all. Fane shouted loudly, "This is a good chance!" With a step forward, he launched himself forward like an arrow, rushing over with sword in hand. At that moment, fifteen Soul Swords had already merged into the long black sword in Fane's hand. The black sword radiated a black glow and looked like a black hole that could swallow everything.

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”

A ball of black smoke formed in front of me, this energy is incredible. It has been a long time since I have experienced such a beautiful force as this, death. From the black cloud emerged the creature that I was waiting for. Dressed in a black cloak, carrying the sword of death fastened to his belt. With his black wings spread towards me. Thanatos knelt before me. "My king, your servant is here to assist you." I approached him and put my hand on his shoulder, signalling him to get up, and he did.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Soon the authorities will be called, but I’ll stop this shit show before then. Taking off my war scythe from my hip, I bring it to fall size. I’m going to need it to help channel so much magic. I didn’t get this baby till I became a necromancer. Death made it for me. It’s my favorite weapon, and it looks badass if I do say so myself. Ghost’s eyes go a little wide at the sight of my weapon.