Novel & Cerita Necromancer Slap Battles

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

Draken lunged, closing the distance in a blur, his hand closing around his brother's throat. Then the fight became something else entirely — a duel, brutal and fast, the air itself seeming to flinch with every blow. Branches cracked. Something ancient in the ground seemed to hum awake beneath their feet, like the earth itself remembered old wars between vampires and wanted no part of a new one. I clamped a hand over my own mouth to keep from crying out, terrified that a single sound from me would be the thing that tipped the balance. "You lost everything. You gave the clan away — for a stupid girl."

I DOUBT IF YOU'D SPARED YOUR MOTHER—' SLAP! He slapped me. I feel the air knocked out of my body as I crouch on the floor with an audible thud. My heart races faster than a Formula One finalist. Tiny stars dance in the vision. Alpha Ibhaan Sindhuja Akumji, my sworn enemy, has raised his hand at me, Empress Ellizzian. The world’s finest shape-shifting cobra. Bloody hell! It will only take a hundred years of penance before I will be bestowed with a Viper’s stone. I can become immortal. This filthy good-for-nothing douche bag slapped me. That freaking goon—slapped me—just like that!

My heart panged from the effect. Defensively, my lion's body lit up like the sun. The kripling screeched in pain and released him. Nyx opened his mouth wide to emit a super-sonic roar that blasted into the kripling, sending the diabolical creature flying in the opposite direction. Nyx charged after him, going out of sight. At the same time, the necromancer's lips moved and a blinding black mist permeated the area from his outstretched palms. I take a deep breath and strap on my oxygen mask instantly.

When Rowan Nightshade’s hand struck my face, I did not understand what had happened at first. The sound cracked through the training corridor of Silvermoon Federal Academy. My body tipped to the side, my teeth aching from the force, and for a few seconds all I heard was a dull ringing in my ears. My left cheek went numb, then burned as if molten silver had been poured over it. I covered my face and looked up at him. Rowan Nightshade, heir of the Shadowfang Pack, had slapped me in front of more than a dozen students because I had argued with a transfer girl.

She had killed two men but they were still trying to rise, she had the sense to rip through their spines, making them immobile. I tore the one in front of me into two, if they weren’t real wolves then there was no need to hold back. The next one that came for me landed a cut at my back but I ripped his head clean off, his broken fingers still clutched at my hand. “These are puppets, is this necromancy?” Mara gasped, her chest heaving. And then as we killed off another set, my eyes noted the dealer coming out of the warehouse. There was something about him, and I didn’t think he was a dealer at all.

Her laughter was piercing, and the black energy around her danced menacingly, as if it sought to consume everything in its path. The battle erupted anew, as the magicians’ powers interwove in a dazzling display of multicolored magical beams clashing against the dark smoke, sparking with blinding intensity. We stood at the edge of the battlefield, our vigilance unyielding. The reanimated corpses pressed in relentlessly, and within our own ranks, Neil remained a constant, dangerous uncertainty. Our hands gripped our weapons tightly, but our hearts were conflicted. We knew that our enemies were not just the resurrected dead, but also Neil, who was now under the control of dark forces.

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.

"There is one more problem we have to look at." I pinched the slope of my nose and sighed. "And what that problem might be, now?" I asked looking up. She gave me a sympathetic smile. She knew how overwhelmed I was from this sudden dump of information. "As I told you before, no one knows what creatures they are. How they look like or even what they are called. Fighting someone without knowing about them makes you weaker." She was right. How could I fight them without knowing what weakness they possess? Or even if they have any.

"Or is it because you thought girls would be easier to manipulate and control? Or maybe it's because you're not man enough to pick on someone your own size?" "Now you listen here you smarmy little bitch!" Nathaniel roared, leaping from his seat and his eyes turned black. That was as much as the man could say before Sierra was on him like a snake striking at her prey. In one quick move she had Nathaniel face down against the table. A pop filled the air when she twisted his arm suddenly and the man screamed in pain, jerking like he had just been electrocuted. "I think we're done for now." Alex sighed turning from the screen to look at Lucas with his usual frown. "We can try again in a few hour