Corpse And Sykkuno Novels & Stories

Byul smiled as he read it silently. [Skill : Corpse Control (rare), control corpses with a command. Let the corpses obey you for a period of time. (Maximum: 6 hours)] However his smile instantly disappeared after reading the use of the special skill. [Skill: Corpse Breeding (special) breed corpse with another corpse to form an army, transmit Qi to corpse to upgrade Corpse stats.] Byul pressed the ‘X’ with a blank face and then said to the system. “You’re seriously messing with me, ain’t you?”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Cassian swiftly searched his mind. Soon, he found, among the entries in the Compendium of Madiora Charms and Spells, a type of enchantment that was specifically created to neutralize corpses and zombies. It was called Corpse Bind. Cassian bit the tip of his right middle finger and used his blood to trace a sigil in the air, murmuring incantations under his breath. Three seconds later, he pressed a finger to Roy's forehead. Instantly, Roy's body froze as if it'd been paralyzed. His pale face took on a pale green hue with dark red flecks scattered throughout. Then, his body stiffened and toppled backward.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

It was a corpse. The face was a ruined, grotesque mosaic of different Lycans. The jaw belonged to a massive brute, but the upper skull was narrow and shattered. The eyes were missing, the sockets burning with a sickly, swirling, toxic green light that illuminated the tunnel with a horrifying, supernatural glow. Heavy, iron staples held the rotting flesh together, glowing faintly with the residual dark magic of the Warlock who had animated it. "Goddess preserve us," Silas breathed, the absolute horror of the realization stalling his blade for a fraction of a second. "They aren't a strike team. They are husks. Flesh golems stitched together from the Warlock’s graveyard."

The Curse Mountain may crumbled, but the Corpse that lying around peacefully was protected by a strange glow. The glow was those of black, covered both the Corpse and the bloody mist, and then position themselves to the safest and deepest part that remain standing with its arc. At this point, the Corpse shuddered and the bloody sky distorted, shaken the Bloody Moon that was hung high above. One by one, the Corpse rose to their feet, the black glow glittered and to be replace by a strange vortex. Then from that intense vortex, the Spirit of those Corpse appeared and give life to the Corpse.

It took a moment to process the scene in front of her before shock hit like a bucket of ice cold water and the blonde practically threw herself back to escape the grotesque scene. The two men who had attacked her now lay prone on the ground, eyes staring up at the soft grey sky, but they were empty, lifeless. That was because one head was no longer attached to the body and the other male was ripped open like he had been savaged by some wild beast. The coppery scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of urine and shit while steam rose from the opened torsos and fingers and limbs twitched. Before falling still.

I shouted at him. Tom's glee turned to disbelief. "Why the fuck not?" A bang from behind me drew my attention and saw that Craig had taken out the last creature's kneecaps effectively stopping it. He turned to us and the distrust on his face was so obvious that the air around us dropped a few degrees. "Because they are not actually dead. Just soulless. If we can get their souls back, they will be fine. But you can't return a soul to a dead body, now can you?" I asked irritably.

I hate it when people gave me that pitiful look. To my greatest surprise,I looked back at him and I realized he was the boss of one of the deadliest mafia gangs in Italy. The Silicon's so as they call themselves. Infact,he was the most feared and scary of them all. He pities no one and kills anyone who crosses path with him. He is Antonio Lorenzo. Antonio is standing right before me,staring right into my soul and I'm here lying like a vegetable on the bed. "What do you want from me boss? I haven't done anything to you. I haven't crossed your path boss." I begged even before death came knocking on my door.

Taking hold of the Grimalkin whose whole body begins to glow – fighting off the magic that is slowly going to kill him. “Not today fucker! Not my mate!” Cries a familiar voice, the swoosh of a sword meeting flesh could be heard and the shadows that constricted Crimson fell away. Senko's head slides from his shoulders. His body slumped off the beast and onto the thin blanket of snow. His head rolled across the blood-soaked ground and landed at Crimson's feet. “Who is that?” Lyric says in awe. “I like her.” “Tawny!” Crimson calls out, now shifted, and rushes to her side as she plows her short sword into the skull of the beast. “The boys… you…”