The Necromancer Lyrics Novels & Stories

I got up and looked at them as Michel covered her with a blanket. “How could you be so stupid?” I snapped as she gulped down, shivering. “If you want to be romantic, don’t do it in a lake full of sirens,” I growled, looking at both of them and she lowered her head, tears filling her eyes. I turned on my heel and made my way to my room. I needed to find a way to get rid of the poison before I lost my life to it. I grabbed my phone, calling the only person who would know what to do about this.

In my haze of grief I realised my wolf was confused, everything looked different. The moon was bleeding, and the light in the sky had turned red. The world was crying. A huge blast erupted and far away we could see a huge blazing fire. Places were burning, people were burning. The moon was burning down the world, back to ashes. Just like I had wanted it to. I knew I was doing this, commanding the world to die like i was feeling inside I didn't know how he got so close that I didn't perceive him, even my wolf was weak to his stealth and control. He was right there before we realised he was.

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.”