Sasha Necron Novels & Stories

And then coming closer, he continued his orders. "Kriss Emmett Persephone Sage- The Phoenix Azen David- Red Rain Randall Quint - Earth’s Wrath Zen Parez- Intoxicator Alaiya Miller- Glistening Snow.” He called out the name of the title holders. Enunciating loudly, “To fight this war and bring me victory at all cost!"

Natalia asked calmly. The soldiers looked at each other before answering the queen. "We saw him, dear queen. He fought the demons and he was with someone." This behavior made Natalia frown. "He had a necromancer with him who was the reason why we won the war." Natalia was unable to speak immediately, especially after hearing the term necromancer. This is one of the terms that Wysteria fears. Everyone knows the necromancer and how dangerous it is. "How come he has a necromancer with him? A necromancer is a demon. Maybe you just made a mistake?!" Natalia hit her table and the soldiers hit her. They were surprised by Natalia's behavior.

"You'll spend the night like this and tomorrow Rolf will come to take you." Kratos leaves the room, leaving her alone. Sasha lies on the cold floor. The pain of her constantly burning skin makes her weaker and weaker. And because of the silver on her neck, she can't turn to heal her wounds. The darkness is getting closer and closer and she accepts it willingly. Kratos walks back to his den. His mate is already lying down, he picks up a piece of parchment and writes for Rolf to come tomorrow to his castle. He attached the piece of paper over the black crow's leg and released it.

Olivia arrived at the scene, breathless and filled with a tense curiosity. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, mingling with the heavy atmosphere. She spotted Cassius’s lifeless form on the ground, Thelia standing nearby, her face pale and hollowed with shock, while Malcom held her arm with a possessive grip. The scene was chaotic. "Malcom, think this through," Alpha Falcon’s deep voice echoed through the crowd, his tone simmering with disapproval. "Thelia cannot be Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Not after what she’s done, and not with her reputation. The pack would never accept her."

“Younger brother? I don’t even know you even if I’m grateful that you feed me even after trying to kill me.” Sasha blinked and realised that she hadn't introduced herself. With a quick command, she shared her character profile information with Zen who memorised it quickly. === Name: Sasha “Two Shots” Angeloff Age: 16 Abilities: High Mobility Sniping Credits: 3,500 Items: NA Rank: 56 === Rank 56? “You were clearly skilled. Rank 56?” Sasha scratched her cheek nervously and looked away. “Let’s forget about it for now. Anyways, eat up. Treat this as my payment, I still have many questions to ask you!”

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone

Sasha was expected that morning, awake again, taking a shower, being taken in the limousine towards the guest room, being introduced to groups of wizards, demons, and other magical creatures, along with his colleagues and friends who went to tour that hotel. It was what he saw that an ancient villain named Faust had more than one teacher, he travelled the world to learn magic, such as a scheme, infiltrate his lair, steal his address books, or go to the league of assassins and steal mailing lists of wizards your former father-in-law was interested in. Taking advantage of the fact that he called each of them, they made promises that not even a mummy would refuse. On that day in question, durin

“I don’t believe any blue Slayer has managed to take control of a Kraken. Their abode is also too deep for the sound of any conch shell to reach. We—” Sasha was struck by a paroxysm of pain. “Sasha,” Aki said, “what’s wrong?” Sasha had doubled over gritting his teeth. Sweat beaded his forehead. “No no no no no,” Sasha muttered. “Not now.” “Are you all right?” Temujin asked. “No, I’m not,” Sasha said quickly, one of his eyes changing color from blue to a vertical green slit, making him look dicorus; two-pupiled. “I think the Kamu-wani dragon is taking over.”

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

A hooded figure caught me instead, steadying me until they were sure I wouldn't fall again. "What is your name, Necromancer?" It was the same feminine voice that spoke before, coming from the figure standing in front of me. Her robe was different, made of a finer cloth in a bright shade of green. Delicate stitching of the same color scrolled along the cloth edges. A Priestess, maybe? "Your name," she demanded again, but this time pain shot up my arms. I gasped, trying to think. I couldn't give them my real name. "Asher," I breathed. "Asher West."