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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!"

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Runners

"The Runners are coming," End said with a grim tone. "Brace yourselves."

"The what?" Essenla asked him.

"The mutants. We've taken to calling them Runners, to differentiate them from the others."

"Oh." Essenla turned to face forward, putting her shield in front of her chest and bringing her spear to poke out above it, mimicking the stance of the elves wearing the same armor as her. "Horrible name," she muttered under her breath.

"We are soldiers, not nomenclators," End said dryly, her words not escaping him. He pointed his spear forward, at a dark shape emerging from the trees. "Here they come."

The already quiet village gained a pregnant, heavy silence as a malformed monster crept out between two trees. Just a glance was enough to snatch the breath out of the elven rank-and-file soldiers' lungs, those among them who weren't knights breaking into a cold sweat.