Operation Necromancer Novels & Stories

Again, they would disappear and reappear. As my brother got closer to Cedric and the portal became bigger. Just as I used my power to push him into the portal, he grabbed Cedric’s face with clawed fingers and ripped it off before being forced into it. As soon as it sealed up, the Blood Dwellers vanished. I remember racing over to Cedric. He was on the ground, crouched over, and rocking himself. When he looked up, we all gasped and stood back. All his facial bones were exposed. The only skin he had on his face was on across his forehead. Even his nose and eyelids were gone. It was as if we were staring at a zombie or a skeleton but with his eyeballs intact.

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

They came from every direction, growling and hissing, their movements erratic and unpredictable. I watched as Ethan shifted into action. There was no hesitation. He raised his hand, and the air seemed to hum with energy. A shockwave blasted outward, throwing several infected back and clearing a path for us to move forward. It was an impressive display of power—one that I had witnessed many times—but this time, there was something different about it. Ethan’s movements were more deliberate, more strained, and I could see it in his eyes. He was struggling.

He planned to kill Clarice, a player he deemed to be useless, before killing me and attaining his ultimate freedom. However, Clarice was Clementine the entire time. He could not kill ghosts the same way he killed players. In the crucial moment when he realized he needed to spirit out of his body to kill Clementine the same way he would kill the ghosts, Camille appeared. That was right. Remember those flashes of white figures? Those were Camille posturing as this world's Clementine. He was pincered from every side. Upon realizing that the trap had been sprung and he was caught in it, he stopped trying to fight.

With this game, if you kill another player, you can loot their items and take a portion of their gold pieces. Not just the in-game dangers, but if he hasn’t eaten or anything in the past week, how was he still alive in the real world? The image of him being somewhere unknown, lying down in his own body fluids and weak from not eating or drinking anything was hard to stomach. Stepping away from him, my hand covered my stomach, which was now coiling at the thought. The urge to throw up was overpowering. Managing to push down the feeling, I took a deep breath to calm myself. Just then an automated alert popped up.

Isolde whispered, her words dripping with a chilling finality. Elder Noble’s strength waned, and his legs gave way beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, his life slipping away with every passing second. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Isolde’s cold, unfeeling eyes, a silent reminder that within the coven’s shadowed depths, secrets had a way of being silenced, no matter the cost.

He wasn’t bluffing about telling all and coming clean. Back to the basement in May, he faced one of the cameras with a cunning smile. “Hey, we got some amazing evidence, right? And I left attachment-free. Win-win.” His smile faded as he raised his eyebrows. “What I didn’t know was that the violent way the entity had been detached from me had left the equivalent of a two-inch wound here, in the back of my neck, wide open, for any other entity to hop in and feed on me. And oh, boy, didn’t they. But what I didn’t know, either, was that the entity I’d just gotten rid of hadn’t been banished, but chained.” He turned to the left corner past the boiler. “See that corner? That’s the place where it s

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

Wardric's actions astounded the audience. Wardric exclaimed, "I know what you're doing, or at least how you're doing it, and I'm not going to utilize the grimoire any longer!" He rushed forward, shooting a trail of burning fire that danced across the concrete floor, charring it as it approached Norval. Norval reacted immediately by grabbing for another vial and crushing it in his palm, but Wardric slid beneath Norval's reach and drew out a vial that stood out from the rest. It was labeled ‘Neutralizer' and had a green lining on the glass walls. Wardric pulled it from his utility belt and thrust it into the other hand of Norval. He seized Norval's palm with both hands and crushed it, smashing