Novel & Cerita Holy Necromancer Rebirth Of The Strongest Mage

I looked down at Clara, kneeling on the floor now. Her face was streaked with tears, looking all innocent, but her eyes burned with ambition and thrill. I knew she was reborn too, and she'd jumped straight into Jax's bed to steal him. In my past life, I'd chosen Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf alpha. To me, vampires were cold and heartless, elves were fickle players. Only werewolves were loyal and passionate, the perfect choice. Six months after mating with Jax, I bore him a white wolf pup, naming him Zeal.

Perhaps he'd genuinely loved her. Blood gushed from Mable's lips as she opened her mouth to speak, but she stubbornly continued, "You're such a fool, Lester… I've never loved you in two lifetimes… You're nothing but a pawn in my revenge plan against Erica…" … From that day onward, I never saw either of them again. Two years later, I received a handwritten letter from Lester. "I'm sorry, Erica. If there's another life, I'll love you the way I should have."

Liora had returned, watching my flank, her guilt bleeding into every strike. We cut through them. Until the center opened. And then I saw him. Aedric’s corpse still lay where I had left it days ago, pierced through the heart. But he stood now, behind it, reborn or reassembled, eyes hollow and wrong. Necromancy. Old. Forbidden. He smiled, lips cracked with dried blood. “You missed,” he said. I should have known death wouldn't be enough. He raised his hand, and the corpses of our fallen rose with him.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

He then smiled as he glanced at the throne, there should be a clue about how to return within the ring. So without hesitation, he and Alyssa stepped forward. But suddenly a malicious cackle filled the hall. "Hehe, truly the best bodies out there." Noah and Alyssa gasped as they felt their very soul leave their bodies and appeared in a deserted space. Before them, an old man who was about 20 meters in height glanced down at them with a smile revealing mockery, disdain and maliciousness. His mouth opened to release a booming voice that rang out in their surroundings. "I should thank you for the bodies which you have brought to me. I shall truly cherish them." The eyes of the old man glinted wi

The fallen soldiers, even those who had been sliced in half, began to twitch and rise, their bodies reanimated by Hugh’s call. Prince Ludiciel and everyone else froze, eyes wide in horror as they watched the dead claw their way back to life. The battlefield that was once filled with bloodshed now became an even more terrifying nightmare. "Necromancy…" Sera hissed, her lip curling in disgust. "I can't believe he has a necromancer on his side. I thought they were all extinct." Alaric groaned, his face twisted in frustration as he flew down. "Tch, things just got a lot worse."

Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth. "That old person Simpkin sure has large chunk of change to toss around. Reproducing a mixture? That is over the top! Mana doesn't exist any longer, and the magi are not faring any better. How might you make mixtures without mana?" considered old Tom as he shook his head unremittingly. "Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about this thing?" Charlando waved around an enormous, fixed bamboo compartment that was very nearly a meter long. Hints of streaming fluid cou

I love it. “The reason you are so sought after is because of your ability to practice necromancy magic, dark magic. Necromancy comes from the idea that with death, energy is no depleted nor restored but can be weak enough to be manipulated. After death, supernatural creatures are placed into limbo for judgment. This is your shot to reach in and pull them out. There is nothing to it.” I explained to her, trying my hardest not to smirk else she would think something was up.

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

The highest witch tried desperately to cover her jealousy. - Your minions were not wholly wrong. I would even say they were entirely correct. - Megan glanced at Mother, keeping the suspense. - Can you go to the point? I am not a big fan of those games. You can entertain your girls like that, but not me. The highest witch told her in a cold voice. - Vampires, they are working with werewolves. And they are not some average vampires. - Megan said proudly. - Then who are they? - Mother looked at the warrior sternly.