Catastrophic Necromancer Webnovel Novels & Stories

My mother clutched her pearls and sighed, “It’s for the greater good.” Kael laughed as he twisted the blade one final time. “The Blackthorn empire doesn’t need weak blood.” The last thing I felt was the Moon Goddess’s whisper in the darkness: “Second chance, daughter. Rise and ruin them.” I gasped back to the present, tears streaming down my face, claws digging into the wooden floor. My stronger wolf howled inside me , not in pain this time, but in pure, unbridled fury. The seductive aura exploded outward, filling the entire apartment with thick, fertile scent. My heavy breasts heaved with each breath, nipples tight and aching. Slick ran down my thighs as grief transmuted into raw, vengeful

The Director let out a short, mocking laugh, signaling the guards to fire. Then, the world screamed. The salt beneath their feet didn't crack; it liquefied. The Non-Electronic Cataclysm The "Dead Magic" beneath the Barrens responded to Elara's pulse with a violent, chaotic surge. This wasn't the refined, directed power of the Iron Peaks; this was the raw, tectonic fury of a world trying to equalize its pressure.

His eyes went cold. "Then everything I just described happens. Plus more I haven't mentioned. I will systematically destroy every aspect of your life until you have nothing left. No home. No daughter. No future. And when you're broken completely, when you're desperate enough to do anything, I'll make you the same offer—except it will be for one million instead of five. Because by then, you'll take anything just to make it stop." "That's monstrous."

I dropped to my knees and my eyes burned with tears all over again. ‘What have I done?’ “Lesson one; for every one of your actions, your loved ones will take the penalty.” Uncle Xavier informed me as he walked around the table, coming to see the mess I had caused. "You monster!" I choked out, my voice barely a whisper as I stared at the blood pooling around the butler’s head. “Your father was one also,” he defended. Shaking my head, I whispered “That is where you are wrong. My father would never kill someone like this.”

In the distance, the university was still in a state of chaos, but the professors and students seemed to be getting the situation under control. However, inside her, the storm was just beginning. Who is Ilyana really? Why does she want me? And... am I really part of all this? Raven looked down at the pendant in her hand. A faint blue lustre still covered its surface, as if responding to her anxiety. Professor Valtorius touched her shoulder gently. "Raven." She turned her head, her eyes full of confusion. "What just happened? Who is Ilyana?" Professor Valtorius let out a long breath, his expression burdened. "Ilyana is one of the dark witches of the Ordo Maledictum-a group with ambitions to c

His muscles were weak but in few hours, he would heal up and become as powerful as he used to be. Seeing how deadly he looked that moment, Rielle hastily stood up and moved back. "What are you doing?" She asked, with nervousness evident in her voice. "Isn't it obvious, I want your power and your life. I have to become powerful more than anyone else." He answered firmly. "If you harm me, the whole world would go down with me so what is the essence of you having so much power in a dead world?" His grey misty eyelid was quickly replaced with dark, red eyes that was like a burning furnace, ready to consume any one or anything it sets on.

Sickly groans and yells left the corpses as one by one burst into nothing under the force of the searing light. The necromancer's smile twisted into a grimace of rage and shock. She stood from her crouch and I was aware of her shoulders shaking with fury. But it didn't matter. The necromancer took a step over where Idris lay collapsed on the ground. She smiled evilly in my direction and I knew what she was planning to do. Quickly I opened my mouth to scream again but as white light escaped my lips, she formed a black wall of smoke that cocooned her.

“Besides, it won't be your battle to fight." Staring at the elder woman in disbelief, I was getting angrier and my voice scaled to a vicious tenor. "That spawn hurt my daughter and you think that I won't hunt him down!" "The mastermind is called a necromancer and he is collecting ingredients for his bigger plan. It will not happen overnight. We've got time on our side. For him to take blood from all three princesses indicates to me that he is neither vampire, witch nor wolf." Miriam sighed, "The blood of the princesses will be utilized to power up the fragments of the royal relics that they stole." She knew the realms were about to enter into chaos. "I need to speak with Ophelia. Obviously,

'' Cause tomorrow is a important day in the human world Christmas '' Noir remarked . '' Christmas '' he was surprised . '' But i have no one to spend Christmas with this year '' said Arthur . '' Why ?'' Adam asked . '' Cause the one he loved is dead now ''said Arthur . '' Poor you '' Celia sighed . '' I see , is that the reason you want to learn alchemy ?'' ALbert asked . '' Yes , to resurrect her '' he replied . '' Hey i have an idea , we can celebrate Christmas here along with us '' Noir suggested .

With a swift and deadly motion, I sent her flying into the wall behind Raphael, the impact sending dust and debris flying everywhere. The sudden influx of Necromancers was like a dark tide, flooding into the room with a ferocity that was almost palpable. For a moment, they paused, their eyes fixed on the lifeless form of their leader, lying motionless on the floor. It was a fleeting moment of hesitation, but it was enough to confirm my suspicion - the dead Necromancer had indeed been their leader.