All Black The Necrosword Novels & Stories

The object in her hands shook, and the surface glowed a ghoulish amethyst. She dropped the book and stepped away as smoke rose in a spiral. The things in the attic rattled and knocked various stuff over and an unnatural chuckle resounded against its walls. April G’s orbs grew wide when out from the smoke, appeared a tall, elegant woman, dressed in an all-black gown with lilac hair, carmine eyes and yellow horns that protruded from her head. The little girl backed away more and stared up in shock and fear. She then heard her speak and recognized her voice as the one that tempted her earlier. [Gehennam ignis, tandem venit de miser libro!]

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.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I gasped, rolling away from the crater, the blinding white light of my aura flaring back to life as the necrotic suppression broke. Silas stood up slowly from the center of the crater. His heavy steel armor was completely shredded, warped, and covered in burning ash. He had lost his helmet, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood. He was bleeding from a dozen jagged lacerations, but he didn't even flinch. He held the legendary steel broadsword in his right hand. It wasn't glowing white anymore, but the steel was stained permanently black from the blood of the Colossal Husks.

Heavy and final. Lucas let out a broken sound, pulling her closer, as if holding her tighter would bring her back. But Noah knew better. He always did. Because he had been watching death far longer than either of them. Lucas slowly laid Lilith’s lifeless body in the pool of her remaining blood on the floor. Noah fell silent once more where he stood. There, the leader and members of The Black Sheep stared at Lucas with their remaining courage and hidden fear. With his bloodshot eyes and sharp fangs, Lucas charged toward them, losing control and devouring every member of The Black Sheep.

Cursing quietly while shaking his head, he mouthed a few words, Rex surmised it to be a prayer of some sort, and the captain barked the order he was hoping for, “Kill the wytches, the Magnus boy has command by a trial of combat!” Once the command was given, the blackguards snapped instantly into action, half of the remaining soldiers in the circle leapt forward, driving their swords and spears expertly into the necromancer’s chests, piercing hearts with precision and as the wytches came back from their trance of spell casting due to damage to their bodies, some groggily clutched their chests out of instinct and as they each refocused at varying times, Rex could see the looks of confusion, fe

Nicholas groaned again. I reached the blade. Snatched it. And everything went black.

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

The appearance of the "Draft One Silas" was a "Narrative Abomination" that turned the "Unmapped" North into a landscape of shifting chronologies. He stood in the center of the courtyard, a titan of pure, unadulterated "Alpha Arrogance." He wore the original Blackwood armor, polished to a mirror sheen, and his eyes were two solid pools of stormy grey that held no "Biological Remorse." He carried the "True Silver Dagger," and his scent was the overwhelming, suffocating smell of a pack that had never been "Purified."

Once he took action, it was either them or him! "Insolence! Who dares screw around on the turf of us Blackmoon Traders!" A voice snarled viciously, and they could all feel the powerful aura charging straight at Caleb, only for him to swing his sword in retaliation. World Burial Sword—Earthsplitter! Boom! Suddenly airblades were launched forward and tearing deep gashes into the sturdy obsidian floor. And the person who had just spoken was cut in half despite their powerful aura, their blood and guts splattering all over the floor gruesomely!