The Death Of The Necromancer Mga Nobela at Kwento

He left the room and with each step he took the sound of the music sounded louder and louder, the sound was somber befitting the vampire reality that all these people have. I spotted the entrance hall and it was filled with creatures of the night, men and women of beautiful appearance. I looked at that crowd once again and decided to go down that big staircase, I went down gently and the curious eyes of the audience turned to me and murmurs willing to appear around me. Alec looked at me and then turned to talk to a pretty young lady, apparently.

He walked in usual majestic demeanor. "Goodbye, Lord Adonis." Lord Adonis returned to the palace of ice and soul with satisfaction in his heart. Everything was going smoothly according to his plan. He has a chain of girls that could be his temporary antidote in death's realm and in the human realm. He had magicians looking for Elkanel, he can now rest easily knowing fully well it was just a matter of time.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about a future without death and blood.” Silence falls between us as we grow nearer. When we approach the door, I loop my arm through the crook of James’ elbow and he leans in. “I hope we both have a future without death and blood. If all goes well, we may get our happily ever afters.” “Ah! You are both here! Good!” David, James’ assistant or secretary or whatever he claimed he was when I first met him, exclaims. “Where else would we be, David? It’s our ceremony.” James frowns.

Jared is too distracted by his success to notice them at first, but they don't hesitate. "Jared!" I yell. "Look out!" One of the Silver Hunters raises their hands and shoots a blast of magic at Jared. It hits the student square in the back and he crumples. He falls right next to my cage, his eyes open but unseeing. He's dead. I let out a horrified cry and slap my hand over my mouth. The Silver Hunter who cast the spell gives a wicked grin. "That's what happens when you try to escape. Maybe the rest of you will take this as a lesson."

He picked Beth up single-handedly and served her a few slaps. "My greatest regret is fooling with you, you fucking whore. If I hadn't done so, my dear Amber wouldn't have died. It was you. You pushed her to her death. I am going to exile you!" Beth struggled with all her might and begged to be spared. She even looked toward the werewolves around her with a pleading gaze. "I d-didn't… I wasn't the one who initiated…" Right at this moment, the cell phones of the werewolves present at the scene pinged simultaneously.

I watched him as he scanned all my features. Only when they made their way back to my eyes, did he speak. "Undress ", he demanded. Confusion lined my eyes as I looked into his beautiful pair of blue eyes. I thought I had misheard him. One wouldn't murder their lover, and 120 years later, when the body has become a walking dead, he demands they take their clothes off upon first arrival. "I won't tell you again, Molly" he calmly said. Fire and courage flooded my body. "You - you murdered me, Fredrick", I whispered; looking into his eyes for any sign of regret.

Who else would be so extravagant to book the place for an entire month in advance? Julius led me to a room. After loosening his tie, he placed his hands on his hips. I had to admit, the guy was good-looking. With his broad shoulders and narrow waist…he made me dizzy. After spending months surrounded by handsome men, I had almost become immune to such charms, but when it came to Julius, I couldn't help it. "What... What do you want from me?" I asked. He smirked. "That’s what I should be asking you. Faking your death to fool everyone and then dragging my mom into this nonsense too. You've got some nerve."

They unleashed a torrent of magic at him, their energy combining to create a dazzling display of light and sound. The necromancer screamed, his body writhing in pain as the magic tore at him. His dark magic began to unravel, and he could feel himself being pulled back to the dark world where he belonged. Nara and Morgana continued their assault, their voices rising higher and higher, their magic intensifying with each passing moment. The wind howled around them, as if cheering them on, and the trees shook with the force of their power. Finally, with one last burst of energy, the necromancer was defeated. He let out a final, pitiful cry, then disappeared into the ether.

He chose a necromancer over his family. This selfish and deranged man wanted to take my powers for himself. I was already afraid but some thing terrified me more. This necromancer had black magic to bring back dead people, she was definitely going to kill me. I was in fact l was already a dead person. Dead man's blood was already coursing through my blood.