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The men ogled me like I was a treasure freshly unwrapped and meant for their possession, while the women's eyes burned like pure venom. I took a sharp breath, just as I tried to avert my gaze, my eyes caught sight of Madam Morveth, in a blink, she was gone. “A message for the demon!” a little child screamed distracting my gaze, he walked up to the stage where I knelt, then whispered into my face, eyes pierced mine with undoubted certainty. “You shall be haunted by desire…” A quick chuckle escaped his lips. “…and nothing more.”

He is that rich. When we entered the house, it had an ancient vibe. The paintings, artifacts, and furniture—not modern at all. “Find yourself a room, we'd return to Madonna tomorrow,” he said as he poured himself something reddish that looked like wine. “Can I ask a question?” “No.” “What crime did you commit?” “I didn't give you permission to ask.” “Yeah… But I need to know if I am living with an assasin, a serial killer, armed robbery, or whatever the fuck you are,” I yelled throwing my hands in the air.

Nero’s smile hardened, his dark humor sharpening to something lethal. “Ah, yes, you're trying to tell me that some idiot is possibly trying to immortalise that bastard?” Nico didn’t flinch. His eyes stayed on the crucified man. “That is what I was thinking. Moreover, you recognized it the second you saw it. So did I. Something is definitely going on here.” Nero’s gaze turned back to the body, his amusement gone. The rage simmering beneath the surface cracked through his calm mask, though his voice remained deceptively smooth.

“Dead?” She met my gaze dead-on. “I don’t care.” I studied her for a long moment. She wasn’t bluffing. Whatever was pushing her, whatever kind of desperation this was, it was stronger than fear. A slow, dangerous smile pulled at my lips. “Wow.” The words of the curse echoed in my head like a prayer I hated: If the Crimson Stone enters a human and cannot be removed, the vampire must be bound to that human until it’s reclaimed. Through intimacy. And the human never survives it.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Many creatures began to discuss heatedly. Wyot’s memories give James information about the Master Necromancer. However, the Master Necromancer was not from the current era but the Space Race Era. His cultivation rank was quite ordinary, but he was at least a Terra Acmean. He wielded terrifying sorcery and produced an army of powerful undead. The death spirits created by the Master Necromancer were unthinkably strong, as they had no fear of death. Moreover, they were immortal as long as their body and soul were not completely destroyed together.

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?" TO BE CONTINUED

"So you can kill more of us?" "Gareth," Kit's tone was a quiet warning, but I could tell by the way he stood that he was just as on edge as his friend. Rose smiled. "Gareth's question is valid, even if the way he phrased it isn't. Answer him." "Look, the majority of the necromancers do not want to continue fighting," Hunter said. "They're only protecting themselves. We know of one who's actively working to stir up conflict. We're trying to find him, but we need to know where the witches are working."

The light of that ring grew brighter and brighter, and soon it caught even Red Rose’s attention. “What’s that mad man up to this time?” the Barbarian Primogenitor wondered as she smashed another Wind Demon into the ground; however, she had barely conceived the thought when the ground around her began to tremble. “I will show you why Necromancers are regarded as Dark Earth Hybrids. Stand, Blood Golems.”