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"What does the necromancer offer them?" "Immortality," I answered, my fingers tightening on the parchment until the dry hide groaned. "The Dark Master knows the elders are terrified of the High Council's purges and the loss of their ancestral titles. He is offering them the ultimate temptation: direct infusion of pure Eclipse necrotic flesh-magic."

? It wasn't different from us. Calling it a new creature it must have something different from us I thought. "This isn't different from our human form so what is special about it?" I asked, I wasn't expecting a reply but after what had happened earlier I knew he would definitely give me an answer to showcase his own ego and pride. "You can't see the beauty of my creation because you're not intelligent enough to see what it holds. This isn't an ordinary human form, it has extended werewolf powers and high reflexive powers along with the best IQ, to do anything it wants to and I am the only one that can command it. Isn't that amazing?" He said, and I couldn't help but think that he's right, wi

‘Once we’re safe, you’re going to tell me yours and Mateo’s entire history. ‘Sure,’ is Anika’s only response. ‘But first we need to get out of this.’ ‘Right.’ "Oh, Anika, you naughty girl," Armia says, drawing my attention back to her. "You tricked my brother into thinking you died, only to go into hiding." Shit, she could feel Anika? Just how powerful was this bitch? ‘She was the strongest necromancer of our time,’ Anika explains. ‘Her powers outdid those of even the elders.’

Madchen marveled at the men’s healthy appetites. Drago, NIck, and Marcu ate three platefuls of food, with Madchen raising a curious eyebrow, watching them act like lumberjacks after a hard morning’s work. “They have… interesting metabolisms,” Adriana smiled,”A trait of their unique lineage.” Why did she have the distinct feeling the family matriarch was trying to tell her something? “Hmmph,” Grigo cleared the air, “What my beautiful wife is trying to say, little girl, is we are not like ordinary humans,”

Acting like he's unbothered by all of this. "You're strong. But I have felt your power, and it's not enough. You see, you're just a combination of two creatures who's below us. You may be much stronger than any wolf or vampire, but we're something completely different. I'm going to kill your father, then I'm going to kill your mother." That smirk quickly leaves his face, replaced by a glare. He let out a growl and his teeth started to elongate. I watch as his face starts to change as he begins to shift.

Today Nora was on holiday because of a few guests coming into her home. She recalled yesterday's conversation with Nora and couldn't help but gulp her saliva. The dark walker, Lyceon, was an original from the Royal Lycan blood. She was taught in her school classes about Lycans, the most powerful creatures, more powerful and muscular than werewolves and vampires and other creatures. They are like Kings of the Alpha kings and superior to all. They thought lycans had already vanished from the earth but until a decade ago When His brutality and notorious presence was spotted by few werewolves in the bloodbath around the world.

"Although you don't have mana, it is also true that the person who has the strongest desire can eventually kill a godly dragon even without mana. What a person needs is a boundless desire and limitless wisdom to step on the peak of the tallest mountain. You could even have a chance of killing the unkillable enemy — that was gazing at you from above." Kid Yman asked while looking up at his teacher's mask, who's staring at the sky. "Master, what kind of enemy is unkillable that you just mentioned?" "#%¥£$%#$¥€£¥" He couldn't understand his reply at that moment. But after saying it, his teacher left. Yman returned to his home and witnessed a scene. It was a scene that he doesn't want to see, he

As he stood up and stretched his arm again, Nelanian sighed. “Nelanian Henfery,” he murmured as he spat out the stopper he swallowed by accident when he drank the potion from the vial. “State your full name! ” a threatening voice resonated from behind him. With a sigh of tiredness, Nelanian sighed. As he moved closer to the voice, he rolled his eyes again and muttered, " Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, hundred and seventh to hold the title." “Has the deed been done? ” inquired the voice.

“Necromancy is a very ancient dark magic practice. It takes an extraordinarily long time to master it.” He pauses, and I can see the tension in his shoulders. “It would take decades to be able to make puppets out of shifters, but wild animals? Wild wolves have raw instincts. You can’t control instinct. The necromancer we’re dealing with has more than just a couple decades of experience, considering how fully in control he was of the female alpha. If that is who cursed us, then his power would make sense.” He turns to me, and his eyes are dark with worry.

She couldn't get a better deal, but it was better than just comparing prices. The Mage Guild and the Elves each had their own strengths in magic. The former had the advantage of a wide range, and human mages studied everything. The latter had the advantage of specialisation, after all they had a long history. The Wizards' Tower, however, is a structure that originated in the ancient magical realm of Nesrur and is the crystallisation of the wisdom of the great archmages. Although later mages produced many natural geniuses, no one was able to make any modifications.