All Black The Necrosword Novels & Stories

Elijah and Liam were being overwhelmed by the necromancer's undead horde, their weapons flashing as they fought to hold the line. Without a moment's hesitation, I charged towards them, my sword raised and ready. I couldn't abandon my friends, not when they were fighting so valiantly to protect our kingdom and our loved ones. As I drew closer, I noticed something that made my blood run cold – the necromancer itself was advancing, its skeletal form gliding across the battlefield with a terrifying, inexorable purpose. Its hollow, glowing eyes fixed on me, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

“…Try sealing that hole once more." I inserted the sheathed Black Sword back to its place— yet, the black liquid shows no sign of stopping at all. "…It’s not working," I murmured. Deeming it to be useless, I pull out the sheathed Black Sword. And surprisingly… "…Did you guys see this?" I asked them. …not a single drop of black liquid is touching the Black Sword. In fact, it’s not even touching my shoes. “…How fascinating.” Kronos murmured.

“No matter what happens … I will come back alive!” Then he rushed towards Dethnar and drove the point of his sword for a plunge, but then the demon countered it with the Frostcalibur, exerting so hard that it destroyed Blackwinter’s worn-out blade. Arth’s eyes widened, chest pounding in fear. “No … I’m sorry, buddy …” he whispered as he watched the other half of Blackwinter drop to the ground, dead. Thinking of what else he could do, Arth had not taken notice of Dethnar’s hand reaching out to grab his neck, lifting him into the air.

His face is covered by black Iru with a slight of silver Iru that form a pattern like an eerie smiley face. “The Sword of Scum: Azatoth!”Alfi screams swinging that eerie sword of his to Leak. “You are just a natural moron! You blasphemous Starless! You are just a Starless! You have no place to say such a thing before my presence!” The black aura is gathering in Leak’s right hand, and he jabs Alfi’s body really hard. All of his minions are flying to Alfi with Wedhung and Tiak in their hands ready to cut his body. They are passing through his body that his body burst into a thick black smoke in the sky.

Black been in-love with me, whiles smiling as I decide to go look for my best friend and checkup on the patients later. After all, they are all doing good and when they need me, they will definitely call for me. So for now, ' mission-search-for-Marigold activated' I say to myself, still grinning at the thought that mr. Black may like me. AT THE C.E.O OFFICE! 'Why are you here, Asmodeus?' A deep voice angrily asks. 'Do I need your permission to also be in the human world?' Another voice replies with amusement. 'Answer me!' The deep voice angrily roars.

A COUPLE OF HOURS BEFORE THE CEREMONY In his slumber, Nelanian tossed and turned in his bed, breathing deeply and calling out his master's name. /................................................/ The second swordsman was launched into the air from the gas cloud. His landing was less elegant than the others had anticipated. He hit the tree's bark with his head. Rhaizen Gale waited for the mist to disperse while he stood in the middle of the mist. The lorth magician and the alchemist were the only ones left, and the alchemist had been useless in the fight since it began.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

He took the weapon from Victor’s hand and threw it into the dark. Victor lay there. He tasted blood and gravel. Dominic pressed the barrel of his piece against Victor’s forehead. "Open your eyes," Dominic said. Victor kept them shut. "Just do it. Get it over with." "Open them." Victor opened his eyes. He looked into the black hole of the barrel. "It’s cold," he whispered. "It’s over," Dominic said. "Then take the shot. You won. That’s the game." "I’m changing the game," Dominic said. "The city has had enough blood for one night."

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

I am better than the Kinduri. Without fear, I march straight up to that darkness. I gather Neron around me. I let it fill me, fill me right to the brim. It’s coursing through me, beating with the steadiness of a drum. I hold my hands up. They’re alight with Neron. And I plunge my hands into the heart of the darkness. Screams. Mine. Valen’s. Screams of a thousand Kinduri. Screams of Cyrillius. I’m overcome with noise and madness. Like sound is pummeling me and will leave me a bloodied, broken mess on the ground.