National Transfer: Necromancer I Am A Disaster นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Certain words and topics triggered it, just like a neuclear fission reaction. My monsters would resurface if I talked about diminishing them. They would take over me and harm anyone who talks against them. They don't care if it's Maddy. Maddy looked out of the window, from which I identified as anger and pain. But I didn't care. My condition was a part of me and she had to accept that. It wasn't long before we reached the restaurant. I parked my car and made my way into the restaurant that resembled more like an asylum.

DOMINIC “I’m sorry, but please explain this to me, Dad,” Viktor said, his voice low and tightly controlled. “How, in the name of motherfucking Christ, did a dead man crawl out of his grave and decide to come after us?” He looked ready to explode, despite the mask of calm he wore. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with restrained fury. A tidal wave of new information had just slammed into us—Viktor, Marco, Aurora, and me—and we sat there, trying to process it all with dumbstruck minds.

She used the hand that she wore the red bracelet on. I clapped my hands, and the private detective brought in a white lab rat. I inserted that extra brain part into the white lab rat’s body. Then, I reset the bone of a patient. The white lab rat died. I had learned that Dahlia had spent a lot of money bidding on an item overseas. It was a closed bid, but the items at that auction were usually magical. It looked like she had bid for that brain part to transfer pain. “She’s a fraud for lying and harming our people with a foreign object!”

[Juliet's POV] The system continued. [Terms of Sacrifice: You will have to offer up your entire soul, Jeffrey. Upon a successful sacrifice, time will turn back to a week before the apocalypse.] [The cost: You and Lucas will cease to exist entirely. Every trace of both of you will be wiped out from all realities. No one will remember either of you, including Juliet.] I froze. As it turned out, Lucas' sacrifice was only in exchange for my soul to be completely restored. And for me to actually be reborn, Jeffrey, too, had to pay the price of having his soul shattered.

I can put my family in danger if I ever do that and I will not be held responsible for another family member’s death. Adam looked me in the eye, that glint in his eyes were back and he helped me make the decision the second he opened his mouth. “What’s wrong, Nerd? Too scared to break the rules?” There is one thing you should know about me, when I’m challenged, I will never back down under two circumstances; the risks of dying has a high percentage or it has something to do with God forsaken Mathematics. Other than that, consider anything I say next as a yes.

“Jess, you know I love you so much, but not that kinda love. You’ll get disappointed in me shortly as I couldn’t give you what you want, and I don’t want that. Let’s just keep being besties?” She smirks. “Works for me. But answer Princess’ G question, Tinkerbell. I also have the same question.” “Me too,” Caddie added. “And this Amber Musk is so nice. You know I don’t like those flowery or fruity smells, thank you so soo much for remembering it.” “The theater guy brought me a hell lot of BodyBabes’ products in a huge hamper last night. Almost all of their product series, and I couldn’t possibly use them all, of course, then he said I can do anything with it, giving to my friends and all.”

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.

“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.”