Necromancer: King Of The Scourge Mga Nobela at Kwento

I just want to be left alone. *But if I have to fight to stay alive… I will.* The scribe read her words aloud. Alaric listened without interruption, expression unreadable. When the scribe finished, the king leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the throne’s arms. He spoke. The scribe wrote: *Death does not choose lightly.* *You are no ordinary child, Raven Winterstar.* *Valros has known necromancers before—some allies, some enemies. None were children. None carried the reaper’s own seal.*

But he didn't let them go far before shooting them all, watching with pure indifference as they fell to the ground. He glanced back at me, staring at me for a while, not saying anything. So I spoke first. “Who… Who are you? What do you want with me?” I questioned, waiting for an answer but before he said anything, my eyes strayed, observing him. And then I saw something. A red glove in one hand, a handgun that had an insignia of a Serpent coiled around a sword, and ruby eyes. This man… He was… “You're Alden Black Lombardi, the king of the Underworld. What… What do you want with me?”

With all the looming danger and ever growing threats to my kingdom, the bigger and stronger my men, the better. Kene, my war strategist and head trainer, a tall muscular man with deep brown eyes, and his black dreaded hair packed in a bun, waved before heading towards me. He was highly feared, even by my men. Kene was the result of an affair between a Lycan and a witch, a relationship that was an abomination in the twelve kingdoms. But he was my friend and against all advice, I made him head trainer and war strategist. A decision that Kene has proven to everyone to be the right one.

Beautiful. Was the first word that rang in my head as grey piercing eyes met mine. The King didn't have horns like the rumors had said, he was no ugly beast, and he certainly didn't have ugly fangs hanging out from his mouth, no. The King… was beautiful in a powerful masculine way… He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Almost like he belonged with gods and not us mere were-folks. But why… Why did he look familiar? Those grey eyes didn't leave mine, I watched in horror as the expression in them morphed from shock to blinding fury. His face was bright red with rage.

“Some of them may not make it out alive, which is the rule of the game! Take some with you and discard the rest” He slowly said with a deep grin on his face followed by a short malicious chortle. Something I had never heard of caused me to tremble in anxiety. Now that I know why I was brought here, I just couldn’t submit in defeat! I need an escape plan, very quickly and now!

Damon shot another look at Laura’s dead body, her neck slit open with blood still wet and warm on the ground. “Enjoyed the show, son?” – Alpha Draco suddenly approached the Lycan king standing at the side He looked up at Alpha Draco’s smirking face. This man isn’t normal… there was no hint of remorse in his eyes. Whatever he did to the poor woman, he did it without conscience. “Don’t call me that.” – he said and walked away to get Norton’s jacket. Norton gave it to him without any objection. Then, the king approached the dead and covered her with the jacket. It didn’t cover everything on her body, only the higher areas. Where the wound was.

But aside from that, the Necromancer Hunt was also established. A massive amount of gold, silver and properties are promised to the one who will be able to kill the Necromancer all because the one who is being hunted is the only Necromancer alive in the whole kingdom. Saiya raised her hand and as soon as it cast a shadow on the floor, Greyn appeared beside her. "I'm the only necromancer alive, right?" Greyn answered with a nod. "Then who might be the necromancer hiding at Akashia Village a month ago?"