All Black The Necrosword Novels & Stories

They did not budge even a little. "I would not do that if I were you." Grayson's voice came out calmly, cold and dangerous. Nathaniel's blood turned to ice. Grayson stepped into view. He was wearing all black. His sleeves were rolled up. His hands were bare. Behind him were tools. Laid out on a metal table. Pliers. Hammers. Knives. An axe. "Grayson Cross," Nathaniel whispered. His voice came out strangled. Terrified. "Nice to finally meet you, Nathaniel Brooks." Grayson smiled. But there was nothing friendly about it. Nothing human. It was the smile of a predator looking at prey. "Let us begin."

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon.

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.

Horrified, I watched, almost in slow motion, as they embedded themselves in the girl’s heads, one after the other. Red exploded, spluttering out of the holes, and their bodies slumped against each other. Dead. My training kicked in a millisecond later, cutting through my grief, and I prayed it was fast enough. I turned around, getting out of the way and drawing my gun, tears pricking my eyes as I scanned for the attacker, hoping Reed was okay. Where did he come from? How did we not see— There was only one person behind me, his expression neutral, as he lowered the gun.

Especially since Helios has turned his back on him… The moment he touches it, a roar of agony leaves Aleric and he staggers back, the smell of burned skin filling the air. “Seems like even the sword of the Solaris King can’t be touched by a worm like you!” I say, closing the gap between us and punching him across the face. He’s thrown to the ground as I deliver a second blow. This time I let my long black claws rip through his face. “This is for Malevolent!” I say, kicking him with all my might, the long black boots I wear are tipped with a gold metal front that I know will hurt.

His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes. I swung my both swords downwards, letting the blood seep on the ground. " Shoot the arrows at her," the Alchemist's knights aimed their bows at me . So , this is it! The arrows carried paralysing aphrodisiacs , due to which Loren and other knights fainted. Perfect, I'll let you feel the taste of paralysing. I covered my nose and mouth with the mask. I moved forward, with a swift stance I twirled around releasing the blackish aura from the blade of Black reaper sword. The smoky atmosphere distracted the visions of Alchemist giving me the opportunity to use the Numbing aura of Black reaper sword.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Goddess Nerezza represents steadfastness, resilience, and strength in facing the challenges of destiny. [Abilities: White Sword Althea has a configuration with all attributes, purification and cleansing abilities, unaffected by magic nullification, regenerative abilities, and an encryption-type sword that cannot be transferred to others. Black Sword Nerezza has a configuration with all attributes, curse and darkness abilities, unaffected by magic nullification, regenerative abilities, and an encryption-type sword that cannot be transferred to others.] [Durability: Made of highly resilient Tungsten metal.] "These are truly remarkable swords, and I don't have to worry about someone stealing th

Too many for even Morgana's magic to handle. The first wave hit like a wall of darkness. Claws raked across my shoulder. Teeth found the gap in my fire-shield. Pain shot through my arm as something bit deep. I fought back. Fire. Earth. Water turning to ice spears. But for every shadow creature I killed, three more took its place. Behind them, Silas walked forward. Calm as death. Like he had all the time in the world. In his hand was a sword that made my skin crawl. Black metal that seemed to eat light. Runes along the blade glowing with hungry fire.