Necromancer Hunt: Showdown Novels & Stories

Zareen brings both Ebony and Ivory towards us, and I see them in bad condition, but healing as slowly as Raziel does. I make sure all three of them are not bleeding anymore when I hear a strange chanting that pulls my attention. I look to the left and not far from us there is a necromancer who looks at Caleb and Ignitious fight. His chants are aimed at them, and I fear it is trying to cause something on my love.

As we walked I felt nauseated by the place, every step of the way. "Don't worry, we just need to buy Moville sometime to find James." Over the earphones, we heard Moe speak, "When I find Jamie, I'll send you a code phrase." "What code phrase?" Nadia asked through the speaker. "It's, Uncle Moe 's got a big package." “Is this even necessary?" Nadia scoffed as Nik laughed at her disgust. "Once he gets Novak, it doesn't matter." Sinister voiced.

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

“Say what you came to say.” Varian tilted his head. “The dead want you, brother. They want their Alpha back.” The ground shook. From behind the heirs’ army, the snow split. Bones clawed their way up. Old armor rattled. Wolves with matted fur and glowing red eyes pulled themselves from the earth. Necromancy. On a scale Malric couldn’t have dreamed of. A hundred undead stood between the heirs and the gates. Ryn cursed. “Gods, I hate magic.”

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

The rest of the story was irrelevant at this juncture. “The Necromancer class is a great class, but it has a fatal flaw. The caster must be capable of seeing all that he controls, or else he loses the ability to control them.” Chief Priest Kaka frowned as he waved his hand, summoning a gust of wind that cleared the dust before him. On his hand, one of his many rings shone with a green hue, and the wind that Chief Priest Kaka summoned came from it. “Clear the smoke,” Chief Priest Kaka instructed Village Head Samoa, and the latter’s eyes lit up like a lantern. A green glow escaped those dead eyes and pierced through the dust cloud, clearing it all away with a single look!

Searching for meaning--- DEATH won't separate LOVE Behind the shadows--- MONEY is not enough to buy TRUST Change is possible--- JUSTICE won't be attained if you don't know how to ACCEPT Finding God--- A foe to God was never a friend to MANKIND. Sorrow--- NO WAY, an OATH. Four souls wagered for the good, Let thy stars attest thee, Of these tainted blood, Ready to be spilled. Everything makes sense now; does the pen pertains to Jeremy GLOSS himself? But how was he involved in the Netherworld? How did he DIE again? "Hey, stop spacing out," Grey violently patted my back, that I almost fell on my seat.

Natalie’s daughter, my niece, carrying the blood I needed without even realizing it. I’d tested the ritual before, grabbed random lycans off the streets, their blood useless in the end. The shaman had laughed, corrected me—three specific types, or it wouldn’t work. I’d tracked Rourke, Silas, Lucien, pieced it together over weeks, my hunters covering my tracks. The full moon was my deadline, the venom’s peak, and I’d nearly had it—until they stormed in.

Duke asserted after swooping dangerously low towards two warships and blowing up their SAMs. "Marlena?" Dad summoned. He kept twisting the jet to avoid the kriplings since bullets would not work on their black smoky form. Sickness pooled in my stomach. My face was downcast and I wanted to vomit. "Alpha, I'm working on it. The necromancer has gotten stronger because of the presence of the shard. He's pulling power from Assad." Marlena sounded tired over the radio. "Dad, I can help." I offered to use my guardians.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h