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“It will give off a correspondingly weak trail. Besides, only Viktor remains of the black waziri—well, he and his apprentice Jordan. After losing his three other lieutenants and two of their acolytes, I do not think the Necromancer will be too keen to risk Viktor by sending him after me alone.” Leesa realized that what Dominic said made sense. The Necromancer was the power behind all this, an evil being somewhere in far away Romania she had seen twice in her dreams. An involuntary shiver shook her body as an image of his hideous, hairless countenance rose in her brain. The Necromancer was working to break the seal between the world of the living and the world of the dead. It was his power, t

With a sigh, I started, “Najak is a Lich, an undead creature who practices dark magic. Nobody knows for sure where he stays though Leo believes that he spotted him around that fortress I had mentioned earlier…it is very difficult to spot him…he lives in the dark and is literally a walking corpse that shrouds itself in a black veil. I don’t think anybody has ever seen his face. Ad this Lich has a particular hatred for us werewolves.” Hayden interrupted, “Why?”

Now he accuses the NARC of interfering in his plans even though he is fully aware that his business affairs were outlawed decades ago. He has lost all compassion or respect for the living now. Going forwards, if anyone has a chance to kill him, they will not face any charges. For those that do not know how to kill a lich, it is not an easy feat. A lich puts most of his soul into a phylactery. From the ritual that allows him to do this, he becomes virtually immortal. We must find this phylactery and destroy it before killing the lich. If we kill him before we destroy it, then he will reform in time and return. This phylactery can be almost anything, but it will be one of the few things he

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y

Strïth stopped fighting and cringed, and my own body reacted to this, mirroring what my spiritual part had done. I swallowed, getting even more confused. Every second that passed made things more complicated and there were no answers to the questions already asked, only new ones. A greenish light begins to emerge from the entrance and the necromancer's aura oscillates, showing his desperation, perhaps he is trying to invoke some spell or portal, but only the melody and footsteps are heard.

💉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.

She will fall into darkness, and our world will follow. I skid around a massive, twisting oak tree, watching Damian’s obsidian tail disappear over a rocky ridge. My heart completely sinks. This isn't just about a broken heart or a rejected mating bond anymore; it is literally about the survival of our species. The werewolf Prince is fated to a Lycan Queen.

“Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…” “Yeah…ever wondered why there were no lycans after me?” He asked, giving me a pointed look. “Because the witch cursed you all to never produce an heir” My answer did not satisfy him. Was there more to it? What was it? Why was he not telling me? “She was no ordinary witch, Celia. She was an Archmage” “What is an Archmage?” I inquired, feeling curious. “A very powerful mage who can sometimes use dark magic.” Dark magic? That indeed sounded mysterious.

But even as I fought, something primal surged inside me—a feral enjoyment in the battle, mixed with a desperate need to end this and take Heather home, safe. “Die!” I snarled internally, tearing through another shadow. Damon’s Lycan let out a furious howl beside me, and together we pushed forward, determined to find the source. Finally, I spotted it—the necromancer. A twisted figure cloaked in shadows, its presence felt like a black hole, pulling all light and hope into its void.