Scourge Necromancer Novels & Stories

Again. It... it had carvings on it. They were like symbols or something she couldn't just decipher. It looked really old. Like an ancient black coffin. The strange thing about this coffin was it held such magnetic and powerful aura that anyone could not just miss. And the colour... it was just like that miasma hovering behind her earlier. Speaking of the miasma, where was it now? Had it... Was this what it wanted her to reach? The aura coming from the coffin brought her back from her thoughts. It was... it was calling out to her? She could hear faint sounds of mumbled words. No, this can't be words. It sounds like an ancient language or so she thought.

In the wind, however, she heard the sounds that were coming, they weren't too loud but enough for her to hear, the groans resounded in a dark and ghastly way. “Well done Gideon, a descendant of the sun god. However, this time you have chosen the wrong target. I need Lotus White, or the whole White family perish. You know the answer, don't you! Wormwood's blood has been activated and it needs the blood of the virgins of the White House or else on that day the blood of Wormwood will suck all the blood of the people in the house..." "It's Farrer..." cried the Lotus, her hand clutching Gideon's. "Gideon, wormwood, I'm hearing it calling to me. It needs blood donors, hunger and greed, I smell dea

Already! Look, they said that curiosity killed the cat, and here I am. -I'm coming, I'm coming .... -I can't see him, but I know that right now he must have a malicious smile on his face. Scott helps Azael stand up and when he's up, he hits Scott on the head. Meanwhile, I shake my clothes, as if they were infected. -Oh man! What's wrong? -complains this scratching the curls. -I told you I didn't want her to know where I am, you idiot, and look at her. It appears below me. Amon complains, leaning with his other hand on the closet.

With the power of black mana, his channeling could be manipulated without a lag. Then he shifted his body and landed on the enemy's back. Yman once again used the Hard Strike ability of the Noble Rat at the monster's back. It resulted in it being thrown on the wall where the Noble Rat was facing. But on its chest area, where it was hit by Hard Strike, a palm-size hole was visible. The exchange happened in an instant.

💉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 left my throne room and began my journey to the cages. The Cages was where I kept prisoner various beasts that I had captured through my conquests on various worlds. To sate my bloodlust and maniacal rage, I fought these creatures barehanded. One was already prepped down for me. A Necro. A Necro was a four limbed beast with scally skin. A mixture of a reptile and feline. It fed on the dead and used their rots as nutrient. It was also hard to kill. It was also a fast healer and adapted to attacks with quick recovery.

"Report! A hoard of wyverns had entered! They went in the direction of the Capital!" "Report! A pack of wolf hybrids attacked the north of the empire!" "Report!" "Report!" The Great Archmage clenched his fist as he trembled on the continuous reports around the empire. "Report! The mana stones were destroyed by the wyverns! The second array could not be activated!" The Great Archmage weakly slumped on his seat. He might be a Great Archmage, but he wouldn't be able to protect the entire empire just him alone. Moreover, they were hoards of vicious beasts that attacked the whole empire. How could he kill all of them?

As if noticing my curious glances, Lucan leaned closer and explained, “That’s a Graveborn. They call themselves Necromancers.” I frowned, studying the man in question. At first glance, he looked human but the details betrayed him. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, and when he spoke, sharp fangs flashed briefly. I would’ve taken him for a vampire, but his skin wasn’t pale like the ones I’d met before; instead, it held a faint gray tint, like ash brought to life.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Her brow furrowed in concentration; her mind fully immersed in the ancient words that danced across the page. "The curse, cast by Selene's hand," Lucy's voice trembled, as if she herself could feel the weight of that fateful moment, "bound The Lycan Lord to an eternal struggle, cast to the underworld awaiting someone to summon him." The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of an unending torment that echoed through the ages. The thought of such suffering, of being eternally ensnared in the clutches of despair, stirred an ache deep within my chest.