All Black The Necrosword Novels & Stories

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.

"You made the world the Author. And the world... they wanted me to be your Eternal Nemesis." ​Julian pointed the black glass sword at Nora. ​"Welcome to the Davis Crusade. I've been given a 'Buff' by three billion subscribers. And this time... there is no 'Exit' button. Only a Final Level." ​The Amber-Eyed Girl began to play her flute—a haunting, screeching melody that summoned a legion of Shadow-Vanes from the black ash.

A loud, shrieking scream of a beast molested the deep silence throughout the darkness of the snow forest. Warm blood dripped down on the ground from Arth’s black sword. He opened the mouth of the dead boar using his boots, where a small, white sphere appeared on top of its tongue.

“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 city below continued its restless hum, oblivious to the danger that lurked just above, watching and waiting. The man’s laughter died down, replaced by a smirk of satisfaction as he pulled his hood back over his head, retreating once more into the shadows. He was a ghost among the skyscrapers, a phantom of the night, and with the name *Nosce Hostem* etched into his flesh, he was ready to play the next move in his deadly game.

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

“Make this place your graveyard.” I pursed my lips tight and pointed my finger at him. The swords flew towards him at once. “You want to kill me?” He wiped the blood on his cheek and blocked the swords with counterattacks. “If that’s the case, I will die together with everyone close to you.” I gasped when the next moment, Queen Romina was slammed to the wall again when Ren fired her a smoking blade. “Now Solterra has no ruler and completely ruined. I will die happily.”

"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?"

Unsurprisingly, this was the Klondike portion within the sloppy swordsman taking effect. As if to specifically verify Chase's conclusion, four tentacles extended from the sloppy swordsman's back, each gripping a long sword at its tip. The swords were black and white. The black swords radiated sinister energy that could easily be overlooked while the white swords brimmed with an evil aura, creating an eerie sensation.

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.