National Transfer: Necromancer I Am A Disaster Novels & Stories

Damn, I didn't know that she's so damn possessive, and I find it cute. "Nathan Jones is a douchebag, Red. And do you know that he three-timed Ericka, Stacy, and Martha? I know it because the girls are sharing it with me. And clearly, he's hitting on you. Oh, does he know that you're a DJ or something?" She ranted and asked. I just nodded my head in response

She should’ve traded with Zane and sat where she had a worse view, in the middle. The vehicles had come from some wealthy donors who were interested in seeing LIGHTS put a complete end to the Vampires. Like cockroaches who had hidden away until after the blasting was over, they were crawling out from beneath rocks and out of holes, ready to flex their muscles since the most dangerous part of the Revelation appeared to be over.

"What of it?" "In the past there was a group called necromancers, they were vampires who discovered a way to become stronger through drinking the right type of blood" Raphael gave her a glance "Every being on earth has their own special blood, but drink that of a high alpha werewolf, and a noble vampire, it opens a whole new world of possibility" "What does a necromancer do?" Rebecca asked. "Dark magic, bring the dead back to life, some want to use its power to conquer the world, me, I want to cure the vampire curse"

“Destroy? You mean as in kill? You want to kill Peter.” The voice, for all its unsettling menace — hard to come across as anything else when you’re emanating from a stone coffin — had a tinge of genuine shock to it. He was horrified by the prospect of what I’d suggested. “Oh, I couldn’t do that. Absolutely not.” Disappointing. “You don’t control dead people, then? You aren’t a necromancer?” “I told you, I’m a vivimancer.”

“I need you to help me cast a tracking spell. I’ve once done that before” The Seer's countenance twisted by a mixture of surprise and disapproval. “You’re talking about the Rite of Seeking,” he said, his tone low and foreboding. “That’s old magic, Alpha, magic that carries a price. You'd have to sacrifice part of your soul to form the tether.” “I’m aware,” Alpha Dylan replied coolly, his eyes unwavering. “I’ll do what needs to be done. I’m not afraid of the price.”

My arms are spread and my shirt open, and I hide my eyes. Since when is there so much light around me? It has to stop. I can't get used to this. I must continue to assume my role as a Don. I have to protect Santo, Matteo, and everybody. I have to make sure everyone is okay. I let my forearms slide over my eyes instead of my hands. This is a fucking disaster. I can still hear her voice saying my name. Fanculo! (Damn it*) I freeze as I listen to the door to my room suddenly open. I can hear the footsteps of my two little brothers entering and locking it behind them. I keep my forearms glued to my face, but I am pissed.

This can only end with death, and it sure as fuck won’t be ours. “We need to take them down,” he says, his voice cold and resolute. “They’ve taken too much from us, Nero.” I nod, clenching my fists. “I’m not letting this fucking slide. They’re responsible for everything—the memory loss, the curse on Morana, even the shit we’ve gone through with the pack. We need to end this.”

I was ALWAYS misplacing my phone. As they both get out of their vehicles, Will walks over towards the truck. “Hey Jarod, this is Will. He lives up on my floor. He’s offered to help me finish moving too.” Will extends his hand out to shake Jared’s. Once again, I notice that it’s not his robotic hand.

It was a humbling certainty. Amber had long ago walked away from her; despising her ability to move on after their mother's death, she thought. Over the years, it had slowly become something stronger and more destructive. Hate. It wasn't until the day in Lycaon's chamber that she realized the truth at last. Amber didn't just dislike her. She truly hated her.