Disastrous Necromancer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

Closing my eyes, once in awhile I thought of what kind of enchantments I should say to let out my power. “Let’s see…” I glanced at the glowing veins at my hand. It was starting to feel a bit painful because of how I’m not used to exerting my Mana on my hand. I gritted my jaw for a few moments then took a deep breath. “…Art of Creation.” I felt a sudden ZAP on my hand. TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK 2

"Dammit!" Placing it on his inventory, he took out another to start up. His bit of anger changed the Archway to much. It would take him to the "Nightmare Palace" automatically. It still called for him to return. "Never going back there! To much crazy shit." Ren calmed himself. He starts drawing slowly from the top down. Reap System: But if your sister is involved, I take it you would want to get her to safety. "If it is my Eldest Sister, then yes. The others can all die for all I care. Maybe I am destined to have bad siblings. Especially since the ones here are shitty as well."

Chapter 4: The Dark Invitation Stepping out of Antonio's office, my heart was beating hard. Thoughts raced through me; I was about to become the dark Lord's toy. The corridor was dark, the shadows played tricks on my senses as I paced; my mind raced. I couldn't let this happen. I had to fight for my freedom and for the life I wanted. I contemplated fleeing, but that was near to impossible. As I was moving, three huge men suddenly blocked my path. I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute.

It was like she knew what was going to happen to her. The banging on the door continued and Kyra can’t seem to get it out of her head. She suddenly had an adrenaline effect where her breathing became rapid and she blinked slowly. She felt everything around her start to slow down and she looked down at her hand where she saw the necklace slip up on its own and grip her wrist, moving and tightening itself. It wrapped itself around her wrist and she looked baffled at it. She had not seen a thing like that before. she tried to shake it off but she noticed she couldn’t move and she started to feel that Bathilda had deceived her. The more she tried to stop what was happening, the more the necklace

I’m so sorry guys, while updating this chapter, I didn't know it was cut in half and the system is taking way too long to approve my edit so I’ll drop the full chapter here. Thank you💗 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Azrael's POV: The beast was getting stronger. This is not good. Thankfully, no one saw that. They couldn't have, as we've barely left the gated driveway. There was no explanation for what had just happened without raising suspicions.

While a being that can’t be seen, at least in the eyes of the living, the color of his foggy self changes it’s bloody color to gray than black that kept becoming darker and darker, until he wake up from his beauty sleep, he doesn’t feel her soul that he is attached to it, he didn’t panic but surprisingly felt calm, especially when foreign memories rushed in his being, gives him some feed back of what he was doing off his menatoring and controle, although his happy feeling slowly vanish because despite that it is a helpful ability but uncontrollable so he must descover how its work and when its work to avoid misups. While his mind kepts daydreaming for a while, he felt tight and trapped all

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Chapter 8: The Gift of Alabaster The world tilts without warning. One moment I’m perched on the wide stump behind the healer’s tent, the black tome open across my knees, sunlight filtering through the pine needles in thin golden spears. The next, everything collapses inward—colors bleeding to gray, sound (what little vibration I still feel) dropping away entirely. Darkness rushes up like cold water. I’m back in the void. The same endless black that swallowed me when the estate burned. The same place where the contract was signed.

Its gaze fell upon her. ”…you were never supposed to become aware of me.” Sophia’s blood ran cold. Then the universe began disappearing. Not dying. Not collapsing. Being erased from the page. Seraphina screamed: “MUMMY!” Sophia reached for her. Lucien grabbed Sophia. Noah shouted. Death attacked the darkness. The Devil King unleashed everything. But nothing worked. Because this time they weren’t fighting a character. They were fighting the one holding the story. And just before everything disappeared, Sophia heard one final sentence: “Chapter One is over.” End of Chapter 161 TO BE CONTINUED…