Holy Necromancer Novels & Stories

Even the relatively neutral Azure Mystic Sect geezers were not spared, having sent a good number of Scion ranks, dozens of Ruler ranks, and a Demi-Sage! Either way, it was an effortless single-sided massacre! Smack! Smack! Smack! Meanwhile, the audible slaps were getting weaker as the white-clad geezer had beaten his own head into a pulp, leaving a mess of blood and brains all over the floor. That, along with all the headless, blood gushing corpses, were undoubtedly the most gruesome sight there was! Even those quietly spectating in a polite distance were trembling in fear! It was now just the purple-robed hag, Tyrannus Solo, and the Taran Sword Sect's elders left, all of them already ashen

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

They usually make jokes, and when people laugh, they absorb their energy. Haunters— An alchemist feeding on other people's fear and using it to scare enemies. Sometimes, they can use it to cast spooky illusions. Provokers— An alchemist that absorbs anger— either from a person, or an animal— and uses it to steal other people's strength, or temporarily copy their powers. Scourger— An alchemist that absorbs others' pain and uses it to heal and strengthen themselves.

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

“What do you mean?” “With the help of our Hybrid, we can levitate above the palace and come down through the chimney,” Jo explained without giving away too many details. “The force I intend to send in this way will be a small one, led by myself, but their primary objective will be to find and capture the Red Queen before she can escape through a portal.” “A portal?” another Vampire, a large, older man who looked like a stereotypical biker to Jo, asked in a heavy Slovakian accent. “Is that a possibility?”

The room falling into silence around us. My eyes drift to his, his fiery orbs seem to look into the depths of my soul, like he could read every secret, both dark and light that resides there. A knowing smile spread on his face, momentarily lighting his handsome face before his expression returned to one of casual indifference, as if they were only discussing the weather. He moves his gaze to rest on my uncle, before he whispers into my ear. “Perhaps you may be entitled to the role of Princess of the Underworld after all.” With his last words playing in her ears, he moves back to sit in his chair. Falling into conversation with the man sat next to Lucas, who I have now found out is Malphas, L

He injected me and then here he was planning to take my powers; that only meant that healing my babies was going to be impossible. "It's time to have those powers, my friend is on her way here Vandeer Blight, the best necromancer", All the remaining color drained from my face when l heard the name. This wasn't a witch but a necromancer. He chose a necromancer over his family.