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Anything related to me would instantly shatter her rationality, leaving her unreasonable and impossible to talk to. Patrick raised his voice, his tone sharp and commanding. "Grace, I'm officially notifying you. You need to come down to the Criminal Investigation Unit to assist in the investigation for Case 318." On the evidence table, my belongings were neatly laid out. There were my clothes, my hat, and a small, faded, worn-out puppy keychain.

💉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.

I don't call. What I do instead, which is the version of reaching toward someone I can currently manage, is get up and go to the workbench in the study where Helena left the grimoire, and I open it to the page I have been reading for two weeks, the one with the older working, the one that requires a cost I have been building up to paying. I read it again. Then I read it a third time.

Rostov showed us as he sat in the middle with papers in his hand. We followed and I sat in the empty seat there with Stefano. Stefano and Elijah were next to each other, while I was facing Elijah. "I am well aware that each of our kingdoms was attacked by demons not too long ago. This young Ales that we have here, can speak with the necromancer who delivered the message written in an ancient language." Rostov said as he looked at the papers in front of him. "This only proves that the return of the dark lord is coming."

It was still early and the chances of Lills being asleep and waiting was tiny, but I couldn't help but wonder. I hadn’t had the courage to go there yet, not with the news I carried. But I was finally alone, safe and feeling homesick for her. I closed my eyes and slipped the silver band from my finger. The back of my eyelids glowed white and the world around me changed. I was standing in the middle of our room at the scorchers nest. I let out a defeated sigh, knowing it'd been too much to hope for. I should've gone back then and there, but I had time on my side and nothing else better to do.

“Open it.” Nico reached under the console and withdrew a velvet-lined box. The same one that was on the screen. He set it on the table and flicked the clasp. Inside, a single chess piece lay on its side: a knight, carved from onyx. Beside it was a folded slip of card. He slid the card to Nero. Nero opened it with a thumb, eyes flicking once across the line. “‘Check,’” he read aloud, the word drained of surprise, of anything but cold interest. “Cute,” he added, turning the card around to see if there was anything on the back.

So if anybody could answer his questions about necromancers without being suspicious it would be Simon. "I know you read the book and I'm wondering if there is anything about necromancers in it." Said Jace trying to sound casual. "Actually, there is" Simon replied flipping through pages "I've read this book several times and it's crazy because it's always changing. Like every time something new happens in the supernatural world the book adds it. Ana is even in it now. Oh here it is, but there isn't much about necromancers though" Simon grumbled.

Black smoke hissed out from the fissures, pooling together into the tall, shadowy outline of a man wearing ancient, torn royal armor. Two burning red eyes ignited within the shadow's face. The entity slowly turned its head, locking its gaze directly onto me. A deep, hollow voice echoed inside my mind a voice that vibrated with ancient pain and dark magic. "My daughter..." the phantom whispered. Before Kaelen or Bane could draw their blades, the shadowy figure raised a pale, phantom hand and pointed a glowing finger straight at Leo's chest. "Bring her to the Gate of Souls by midnight..." the spectral voice commanded coldly, "or your brother's heart will stop beating in three hours." Black, sp

The necromancer's voice, with its haunting melody of ancient tongues, reverberated through the chamber. The woman's eyes widened in fear, and her heart raced as a gentle vibration coursed through Lilith’s veins. The room fell silent, as if waiting. With a single word, the necromancer's hand gently lowered to rest over Roxanne. Lilith stopped shaking, she went limp again and the woman bit her bottom lip nervously. Then, like a soft whisper, Roxanne took a tremulous breath! The woman almost shrieked. Yes, she had heard about the necromancer and the miracles of how she had brought many children to life but this was the first time she was witnessing it.

Obviously, that was the only detail that had been omitted from the report. "I think we better get on with that amulet-making business," Cassandra said with a blushed face. They all gathered around the grimoire and poured over the pages. And just like the poem from Koschei's chest, the lettering slowly appeared onto the surface for Cassandra. She felt as if she was reading through a thin mist of invisibility, which disappeared whenever she ran her eyes across the book. "You must copy the spell from it," Vasilisa said to Cassandra, who was squinting her eyes with great concentration. "Try to find the section with the title 'Amulet'."