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Heretic Mage: Rise of the Dark God’s Necromancer

Death. Servitude. Submission. That was all Morne had known for the past eight years. Everything he had known and loved had been taken from him, and it was his fate to be a slave, passed around from master to master like a disgusting disease no one wanted but everyone received. Soon after, a demon with a tantalizing promise appeared. "I’m here to Anoint you," the demon whispered. "My lord, Jiklok, has deemed you a mortal worth keeping an eye on. And I have another offer as well." The demon offered Morne a path to the power he had lacked in life, a way to seize his own destiny. Necromancy. The things he asked for in exchange seemed... small in comparison. Using his newfound necromantic powers, Morne would inflict on those who did him wrong all he had suffered and more. Those who had destroyed his village would be slaughtered beneath waves of undead, those masters who had sold and traded him like cheap wares would be forever bound to Morne's service, just as they had bound him. He would be his own master. Death. Servitude. Submission. ...... No MC harems are to be found here. If you need that kind of stuff in a story, you won't like this. Currently dropped. If you like this book, consider checking out my other ongoing book. It's called "Crown of Nightmares: Banished to Hell For My Bloodline!"

Lolbroman25 · Fantasy
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Alliance

Essenla, with a very tired-looking expression on her face, once again explained to a group of powerful non-humans how human magic worked, what species Essenla and Morne were, and her strengths relative to goblins.

"I don't know if you elves use the same naming sense we do for the Mage ranks, but I think we all know what the number of mushrooms on a goblin's head means," she told them.

The Dryads glanced at each other, various emotions passing between them, before one of the triplets spoke.

"How can we know that you… 'humans' really have Towers?" she asked doubtfully. "For centuries, it has been nature's rule that only Dryads can have them. We are the only living things to be granted this gift of the Mother Tree; not even our men are so blessed."

"A flickering candle," Essenla said in response, a flame appearing between her fingers. With a flick of her wrist, the flame extinguished.