روايات وقصص ضمن Necromancer: King Of The Scourge

He began to crawl further into the darkness, feeling the path the voice wanted him to follow. As he crawled, a strange feeling invaded his battered body. He felt as if he were near a fire that caused damage without heat. Again, he felt that he must remember something, but he didn't know what. -"Lord of the Necromancers" Her back arched violently as a thousand stars exploded in her broken mind. The scattered debris fell inward, glowing, incandescent. "I am a Necromancer. I am… the Lord of Necromancers." His mouth was not used to uttering sounds and the words came out hesitantly.

“With aura that lashes around you like the tendrils of a plant and a violent heart that sees destruction wherever it is laid, you received the title of Red Rose when the world knew nothing of Barbarians. You truly are worthy of your title as the strongest Barbarian. But…” Chief Priest Kaka lifted his hands as he spoke. His rings glowed brightly as the fallen bodies of the Wind Demons that Red Rose had just obliterated came alive once more! “I am a Necromancer. If you are Red Rose, then I am the black fog that will block the rays of the sun from getting to you.”

Can she leave him when the goddess gave them to each other? Mortus rubbed his cheek into her hand, feeling her warmth. Scorpia’s wings shook, by fear or the tingles that shot through her I would never know. “The King, or Emperor as he likes to call himself, of the Rogues is Virion,” Mortus breathed, raking in her scent. “He is started as a sorcerer and practiced necromancing.” Orion slammed his hand on the railing, breaking the trance Scoripa had Mortus . Shaking her head, she pulled his face back to hers. “Keep going,” she muttered. “This will help, keep going.”

I said. "It'll take time to learn control, but I see what will be. You will master it." Thea's voice chimed almost like a bell. "Enough stalling, let's see this power of yours," Nathan snapped. I stood again, letting my father steady me when I swayed a little on my feet. I was a Necromancer. I was a Summoner. I could do this and I would.

Down the hill, a massive beast — scaled, its enormous head turning just enough for me to glimpse six gleaming eyes and a mouth dripping black blood — was charging into the battlefield. The voice spoke again, perfectly calm. “As I was saying… you now have four lives remaining.” “What the hell just happened?” I gasped. “You were just devoured by a Dreadfang, a very vicious predator,” the voice said. “You resurrected. Which means your lives have reduced from five to four.” I froze. “What happens when I lose them all?” The voice deepened, turning cold. “Just like I explained, you die… trapped in an endless void.”

"You will have your own mission. Basing on this news, it will be soon" "I could refuse" "It's not in your nature" "If you die on the field, I'm going to resurrect you and kill you very slowly" "You have to find a necromancer first. And I heard they are rare. Very rare" "Oh... yes, they are," Reagan stumbled. Willow narrowed her gaze but didn't press it. She has her own shit to deal with. With a "will keep you updated," willow cut the call.

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

The scythe landed right next to my left ear as the angry skeleton started to flesh out. “You who have limitless power- You will give it all to me!” The deep voice roared. Once the man was restored to his original state, he looked down at me with light less black eyes. “I am the King's Reaper and no one touches my bones and lives to tell the tale.” Before I could think to act, he pulled me off the ground and threw me into the closest tree. I've read about him- He was the Death Mage before me. “Wait! I have Death Magic too!” I groaned getting to my feet shakily.

Simon grumbled. "That's ok just tell me everything there is" Jace replied a bit anxious. "Well, all the necromancers are dead. Or rather imprisoned by Celeste and her then husband Erebus because he saw them as too great a threat to all the other supernaturals after one necromancer defied him and brought back someone he'd killed to life. Celeste ruled over the supernaturals but had no control over the necromancers because they didn't see her as their leader. They actually worshipped the lord of The Hallow. Someone by the name of Zaewyn" Simon explained. Jace grew impatient because this wasn't the type of information he's searching for.