Novel & Cerita Necromancer Slap Battles

Sushi was much bigger than the red-eyed necromancers. I saw how their tails split like a puppy that saw a wilder animal and suddenly gave up in fear. The necromancers lowered their heads and slowly retreated. Their ears seem to fold back. It's a sign of fear toward a much stronger opponent. Sushi's stance is large and his appearance is still fierce. But I looked at Elijah's side because the necromancers attacked there. Immediately three died when Elijah hit them with his weapon. Sushi moved quickly and ran towards Elijah and Sushi let out a loud howl. The battle stopped, and the other necromancers stopped when Sushi arrived. It's like what happened to the others. The tails were scared and sp

Billy responded, “That sounds good. You just don’t want to have to make more when you really need them. I nodded, “I agree. I will keep making more while I’m sitting then.” I continued making my spears and daggers as I watched a lot of warlocks fall into the crevasse. Dad filled it with fire for only five seconds, then mom closed it. She opened another one, not far from it, and I surrounded it with ice again. I started walking around the house and found another group starting to overpower our warriors. I raised a bunch of spears and launched them at only the eyes facing the house, then prayed that works. Less than a second later, every dark warlock in that group dropped and I missed every wa

The battlefield is alive with chaos, a furious whirlwind of teeth, claws, and magic. Lorenzo barely catches his breath before diving back into the fray, his eyes scanning the area for Nyx. She fights with fierce determination, her strikes quick and lethal, as vampires and wolves alike struggle to keep pace with her fury.

He groaned from the ground, weakened by the assault, and when the slaths saw it too, the one delivering the kicks pulled out his dagger. Ace knew this routine well, having partaken when also trained as a slath. It was a neutralisation attack. The slaths only used it when they attacked werewolves or other creatures; they dimmed a threat. First, they weaken, then attack, and almost always, they win in those fights. He wasn't ready to die yet—not here, not now. He had so much to live for, so much.

Chapter 17: The Battle for Power The night sky was a canvas of ominous clouds and distant lightning as Rayka and Sylvester prepared for the battle that would determine the fate of their packs. The air was charged with tension, and the eerie silence before the storm seemed to echo the uncertainty that loomed over them. Their forces were arrayed, and the battlefield was set. The confrontation with Natalia, Sylvester’s father, and their allies was about to begin.

There was a loud crunch as he fell to the ground. Another advanced on me just as I finished with the first one, grabbing at my neck. The beast stumbled to me, a nightmare of blazing yellow eyes, its wide-open mouth dripping with thick, acrid saliva. I ducked under his greedy hands, bringing my head up between his arms. I whacked my head into his nose, watching him tumble over in pain. I grabbed his shoulders and kneed him in the groin as if my life depended on it. Well, I guess it kinda did.

Selene shouted, her hands weaving spells that sent arcs of light slicing through the air. The battle erupted in a frenzy. Kade roared, his wolf form tearing through the shadow creatures, claws rending their forms to mist. Lucas darted between them, his dagger finding weak points with deadly precision. Selene’s magic held the line, countering the creatures’ dark blades, while Bryan’s spectral form disrupted their attacks, phasing through them to sow confusion. Jessica fought at the center, her golden energy lashing out in controlled bursts. Each creature she struck dissolved, but more rose from the shadows, their numbers relentless. Her father’s laughter echoed through the courtyard, a chilli

"No bargains, Valois. No tributes. Just your end." He laughed, a sound like shattering crystal, and the room warped. Illusions bloomed: phantoms of my dead—my father torn by silver traps, my brothers lost to Hanlon's blades—lunging from the sands. They clawed at me, whispering doubts, but I roared through them, claws rending mist to nothing. Viktor and the Dravens held the flanks as more guardians materialized: lesser immortals, twisted hybrids with Valois's mark branded into their hides. The battle was chaos—fangs sinking into unnatural flesh, spells clashing like thunder, blood both hot and cold mingling on the floor.

"You've been leeching off our genius for years, but he’ll always be ahead of you. You’re just a rat in the dark who can never keep up." Their arrogance burned into me. I drew in a deep breath. "It’s fine. I have another robot. I’ll use that one to compete." I was ready to shut myself away again when my phone lit up. Lila was calling. I’d told her clearly not to contact me before the championship. My eyes stayed cold on the screen. I blocked her number without hesitation and turned to Zane. "He’s not going to guess this one. There’s no way Adrian will think of an animal-model bot."

The crowd roared, sensing an epic showdown. Valoric observed, intrigued by the pack's synergy. "They're stronger than expected," he muttered. Viktor growled, "We'll crush them." Sabine smirked, "Easy prey." But Lukarian's pack held surprises. Ryker unleashed Dark Fae magic, Phoenix exploited vampire weaknesses. Blaze, Storm, and Rain executed flawless teamwork. Valoric's eyes narrowed. "Not tonight, Quad Kings. Tonight, we feast." With a wave of his hand, the vampires launched a fierce assault. The pack stood firm, determination burning within. The battle for gaming supremacy had begun, and only time would tell who'd reign supreme.