Seoul Station Necromancer Novels & Stories

Everything inside me goes cold all over again, the flicker of hope that had been there extinguished. I stare at him, dully, knowing it is not Lucas. But it is Lucas. Lucas’s memories, Lucas’s voice, his face, his hands. He begins to walk away from me, as if disgusted, and despite the shock to my system, my eyes catch some thing from the corner of them. The necromancer is standing on the balcony, holding a black spear which is both thick and heavy. His eyes are gleaming as he looks at Lucas’s back. And then he throws it with a speed that is terrifying.

As I stood under the warm cascade of the shower, preparing for a well-deserved rest, Atreyu's voice suddenly resonated in my mind. "Sir, we've located the Necromancers in the forest. There are only a few of them, but they're accompanied by Blaze...and he's a Risen." His words were laced with a sense of gravity, and I knew I had to act swiftly. "I'm on my way," I replied, before severing the mind link. I quickly finished my shower, the water dripping from my skin as I stepped out and began to dress. Roxy was in the other bathroom in the midst of brushing her teeth, but I couldn't afford to wait. I approached her, my voice low and urgent.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - YOSEF “THE COMMAND IS CLEAR. GET THE TARGET ALIVE.” *PRIMARY TARGET: ALWYNN MONTEMAYOR; THE BIGGEST DRUGLORD IN DOWNTOWN SEOUL A.K.A. “THE BIG BOSS” *SKILLS: JACK-OF-ALL-TRADES; EXPERT ON IMPROVISED BOMBS *ACCOMPLICE: ANYONE *ULTIMATE OBJECTIVE: ARREST WITH EVIDENCE

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

or so they thought. As Natsumi watched the unfolding event, something odd suddenly came to her mind. It was like she could clearly hear Orie saying "THIS IS MY DAY" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: all participants of the new world tournament are required to sign a death warrant, both staff and students. The occurrence of death in the tournament is rare but not out of the question.

Scourger— An alchemist that absorbs others' pain and uses it to heal and strengthen themselves. Seekers— An alchemist numbs their body in order to focus their senses outward. Doing so grants them the ability to sense other people's emotion, and anyone that transmutes Hajin, or does alchemical activity. Most of them were promoted to higher ranks, leading scouting parties, or captive interrogation.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

The council chamber of Nor'Thalor fell into a heavy silence. The glowing orb, now dimmed and inert, sat like a sentinel over Caveen's suspended form. The boy, unconscious but alive, drifted gently inside a containment sphere. Whispers echoed like falling dust through the high-vaulted chamber. High Scribe Venemar stood, his gaze like winter steel. "We are now faced with a threat that cannot be ignored. The dark blood of the Carellos flows through this child. If left unchecked, he may become the next harbinger of ruin."

" I wondered who it was that had used my phone to send these messages after I died. I tried my best to recall what happened after I entered the basement. However, I could not remember anything else other than the sound of something heavy dropping onto the floor. The lights in the basement were kept on for the next few days. Layla was focused on carving a plaster head using a carving knife. She traced the eye on the head carefully with the sharp tip of the knife. The facial features on the plaster head felt so familiar that it made Layla pause. Her hands trembled slightly. Philip walked over to her and gave her a nod of approval. He pointed to the sculpture of a human figure standing in a cor

Nicolai yelled at him but he just shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't fall for a friend." He then said. "Better be! Because I already have someone I like." Nicolai answered while smiling. "Oh? Who is it then?" "Can't tell you." "It's Jeon. I know." He said sparingly. Again, Nicolai is coughing again. Jeon, is one of their close friend, a Korean national like Nicolai. Nicolai is basically half blood tho. "H-How did you know?"