Scourge Necromancer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They were somehow also unaffected by her waves of ultrasonic shrieks and necromancy. To me, it was all in a blur, as I was barely alive, lying on the floor and gurgling the blood mixed with my venom. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer. The deaths of my warriors and her shrieks are taking a toll on me, although Sentaya’s other abilities do not touch me as I am a necromancer, too. One of the things I clearly saw while lying helpless on the ground and writhing in pain was Nexelex sidling behind Sentaya.

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh

he asked, reminding her of the good ol’ days when the two of them would take on the world with hardly more than a general idea of what they were up against and nothing to lose. “Utilize the chimney for an advanced team. Create a diversion. Send as many troops in from as many directions as possible. Pray they don’t have a lot of those damn scandium bullets, even though I know they will.” “Emma’s not done with her full body armor yet, but she does have several dozen chest plates and helmets. Mikali picked them up on his way here.” Jo arched an eyebrow. That was good information to have. “That will help.” He nodded. “Lucas has called in as many Souled Vampires as he can. We’re up to about sixty

"You scum! Have you no shame at all? What will it take for you to apologize for what you’ve done?" Mrs. Ainge forced Luther in front of me. Meanwhile, my father clenched his fists tightly to resist the urge to beat Luther into a pulp. He proceeded to pull away the cloth draped over my dead body. Luther reluctantly looked at the object on the table. He immediately noticed the contorted, mummified figure that reeked of the smell of burnt flesh. It was not what he expected to see. His reaction was a mix of horror and complete astonishment.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

The impact hurled Hugh back toward Ludiciel, who with both hands gripping his sword, brought the hilt down, slamming Hugh into the ground with a resounding crash. Dust and debris erupted around them as Hugh’s body sank into the earth, the necromancer groaning in pain. He coughed, chanting some ancient words and his body shimmered with a sickly green light before dissolving into the soil like water into sand. “Stay alert.” Ludiciel warned, his grip on his sword tightening, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield. "Ugh, necromancers are fucking disgusting." Talon grimaced, his nose wrinkling in revulsion as the stench of rotten corpses filled the air around them.

He knew I was not the Lumira whose medical records he had studied. "Dark magic is not native to this body," he said, placing his cards on the table with deliberate precision. Not playing cards. Research notes, thin and precise, covered in diagrams I couldn't read from this distance. "Necromancy at your level requires a soul that has already crossed the threshold. A soul that has died and returned, carrying the imprint of the grave. The original Lumira never died — not truly. She was murdered. There is a difference." He looked at me, and for the first time, his clinical mask cracked. Not with emotion — with hunger. The hunger of a scholar who had found the anomaly he had been searching for.

"It wasn't your fault. We'll figure this out together. We're still a pack, and we'll support each other through this darkness." “We have a bigger problem at hand, something sinister is going on", Cersei said. “This is some really powerful dark magic" “One that could evade my Clairvoyance”, Rey said. “I didn’t even think that it was possible” "This isn't just regular dark magic", Cersei begun. "Necromancy....", said Styria. The pack decided to regroup at Lucius' home to discuss the situation. They knew that Nyx was somehow behind this, but they had no idea of how they could defeat the necromancer.

“I just need to sever the ancient evil’s hold on him.” The Necromancer chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. “Oh, young one,” he murmured, tilting his head. “You still don’t understand, do you? That kind of bond—the one between him and the ancient evil—is not simply a curse.” His grin widened. “It’s possession. It’s fate. And it does not break so easily.” Rigel gritted his teeth. “Then tell me what will.” The Necromancer’s gaze darkened. “There is a ritual,” he admitted, voice dipping into something almost reverent. “An ancient one. A forbidden one.”