Nanomancer Reborn Novels & Stories

There is no drawback. Cooldown: 25 minutes “Return: Harbinger of Chaos” “Return: Chaos Set” Once Mane took back his weapons, the noise died down, and calm was restored.

Could he be the one behind this text too? "I have known you for years, Alice," Brea said with a small chuckle, lightly tapping my shoulder to break the heavy silence. "And you have never gotten yourself into a life threatening situation before. Plus, look at you. You are sitting right here, completely alive and perfectly fine. So clearly, whoever sent that text has absolutely no clue what they are talking about." "I am just worried about my mom, Brea," I finally said, realizing that telling her the truth about being reborn would only confuse her. She would never believe it anyway. "I just don't want anything bad to happen to her."

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

The ghost looked at me once more, I released my power, and it was his turn to become pale—or, rather, translucent. “By the Bright! You—” “Yep. Me. And if you don’t answer me right now, I will burn your chicken coop to the ground!” The spirit sighed and began telling his story. He was also a necromancer, who, by a cruel twist of fate, had become a healer. If you make a drawback your advantage, you can heal with the power intended to destroy, that was true. I had never been taught that, but the Andago family seemed no stranger to experimentation.

"I am a Necromancer, a Summoner to be exact. And so are you." Hunter gave me a look of disbelief. "I don't have powers. Not like what you just did." "You do. We Reinhardts are different, our powers have to be activated. I only received my Talent, as we call it, about a year ago - actually, a few months less than that." He stared off out the kitchen window for a long moment. "And the others? Are they like you?" "Avery is Necromancer," I replied, and finished my soda. I tossed the can into the recycling bin. "She's Head of the Manser family. The Mansers are known for their Talent in Vision, seeing the past, present, and future, even."

I was startled and quickly lowered my head. "You will be punished for keeping me waiting, but let's finish the main business," He whispered, sending a chill down my spine. What a reasonable man! He is taking me to the hospital to treat my wounds then he will take me back home to inflict another wound. A sob left my lips while tilting my head to glimpse outside. However, the horrendous sight I saw made me startled. It was the face of the woman I was reborn to! No wonder the name Alyssa Arnold sounded familiar when the maid called it. It was the face of a popular blogger. I guessed I didn't see it well when I looked in the mirror because of the blood splash. Now, the blood has been washed away

He was still anxious when he thought of that ghastly nightmare. Davian and Felicity were both drunk in Club Enigma, and the music in the room was deafening. Felicity collapsed on the couch, eyes closed, but could still sing along with a few lines. Davian collapsed next to her, completely blacked out. A man was sitting in a dark corner. He was dressed in a black shirt and black pants, like Hades, the ruler of darkness. He gently swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, and the dark shade of red that was reflected in his eyes made them blood-red. He stared at the glass for a long time, and suddenly sneered, his expression cold. 'That woman's heart is cold and hard, like a rock. I can never cha