Necromancer Hunt: Showdown 소설 & 이야기

My spirit began to turn more translucent, and I knew the day for me to completely fade away wasn't far away. … A year later, Enzo's condition gradually stabilized, and he seemed to finally accept the fact that he was the one who caused my death. The psychiatrist also believed he was recovering well and that he could be discharged in another two years. Eventually, Enzo really was discharged. However, I had already been buried, the pack had a new Alpha, and Charlotte had long since run off with another werewolf. There was no longer any place in the world for him. On Enzo's first night wandering the streets, he found a wizard and sold off his own tongue and eyes.

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

Malachi’s voice. "Tonight, we hunt the rarest game in the history of the Sanguine Court! The Architect and his Beast have returned to us! The hunt is open! The grand prize to the one who brings me the Muse's heart!" The walls of the vault began to slide upward. "F**k," Kaelor said, his eyes turning a shadowed gold. He grabbed Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back as the first of the Vampire Knights appeared at the end of the hall, their red visors glowing in the dark.

“I thought those wolves did their job.” “They were found dead,” Another voice pipes in. “Clearly they didn’t do a good enough job. Pity we lost them though. Jezbel was pissed.” “Don’t talk about that freaking necromancer at night,” The man who kicked me says and I can hear the shudder in his voice. Necromancer? The shock that moves through me is terrible. Neromancers are the worst kind of humans. I've heard about them but I know that they're kind is hunted with a vicious ferocity.

Jace grew impatient because this wasn't the type of information he's searching for. "Does it say if any could have survived or how to identify one?" Jace pushed. Simon eyed him curiously. "Uh necromancers hide in the guise of children to allow them to move through the world undetectable. Most can only speak to the dead but the powerful ones can travel to The Hallow and bring the dead back. They don't have souls so they trade for them. Meaning they will bring your loved one back but it'll cost you your soul or someone else's. Why are you interested in this anyway?" Simon asked growing skeptically. Jace straightened and tried to appear nonchalant.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

Gamma Dwayne gestured for me to follow, leading me to the field where the trial was to be announced. “The first trial,” one of the council's member explained, his voice grave, “is the Hunt of Shadows. Your objective is to navigate the Moonlit Forest at night, retrieve a sacred wolf pendant hidden deep within, and return to the council before dawn.” The instructions were clear, but the outcome? I dared not imagine it. “I’ll do it,” I said firmly. I glanced at Ragnor, who seemed more tense than ever, his worry palpable even from a distance. I gave him a small, reassuring smile.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

As if bleeding before giving birth was an everyday thing for me. A new year has arrived, but old commitments remain: Hunter, with the second nomination for the Best Player award, wins more sponsors and consequently more parties, photoshoots and commercials, not that I don’t like to see him looking all hot in the photos showing the six-pack, but I feel terrible around him for not having the little perfect body that I had before.