Necromancer: King Of The Scourge Romane & Geschichten

Blue flames appeared around his body, Klaus let go of his heart amidst the flames and in less than two seconds there was nothing but ashes and even those ashes were consumed. "No matter who you are, no matter your rank, power or name..." Victor spoke, and his voice reverberated throughout the room. "We will not allow any user of necromancy to continue living." "It's more than obvious that the Kingdom of the Wizards is corrupted..." I continued. "Just like the Kingdom of the Lycans and Werewolves." I smiled mischievously. "Nyllian didn't have to die!" The blue-haired archmage said. "We could have cleansed his aura and certainly taken the corruption out of him."

"Of course! The Vampire King's power was tied to his connection with his army. If we can sever that link, the undead won't have any reason to keep fighting." The necromancer's laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "You fools," it sneered. "Do you truly believe you can stop what is to come? The undead horde is unstoppable, and soon, the entire world will bow before my might!" It raised its hand, and the air crackled with dark energy. Elijah, Liam, and I braced ourselves, our weapons held at the ready. But as the necromancer's power surged towards us, a sudden realization dawned on me.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

The fighting seems to calm for a moment, everyone standing in shock. “Surprised, yes?” A voice says from behind the group of zombies. “What have you done!?” Shrieked Queen Lucia, Lysander’s mother. “Well, what you didn’t know Your Majesty, was that Gannon wasn’t the only Necromancer in our kingdom. Before you murdered him, he taught his gift to others of our cause. Now you will reap what you have sown.” Beatrix yells.

“You will stand across from me.” We all move into position. Each of my Kings represent with life or death. Levi is the King of Demons, and thus the underworld, so he represents death at its purest form. While Remiel is the King of the Angels, representing life at its purest form. Lucern is a strong necromancer, so he also represents death, but on a lesser level than Levi.

It was his Lycan King’s Aura oozing out, like an overwhelming, crushing weight of power that made the very air around us vibrate. The Elder’s knees buckled and he suddenly fell hard on the stone floor, gasping for air as if the atmosphere had suddenly been drained of oxygen. The rest of the council scrambled back, before bowing their heads, because they were too terrified to even look at the King. "I didn't ask for your opinion on my life, Elder," Alistair sneered in a cold, and lethal tone. "And I certainly didn't ask you to insult the woman standing beside me." Alistair leaned forward, and his eyes began flashing with a dangerous, golden light. "You will apologize. And you will do it now b

I tried finding my way, but it wasn't easy, especially with all the lights turned off. I finally found my room and hurriedly went in. I needed to sleep. As I sat down, I noticed something by my bed stand. Waiting neatly on the bedside table was a black leather book. Stamped in silver across the front: THE RULES OF ROOKE MANOR.

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.