webnovel

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 · แฟนตาซี
Not enough ratings
201 Chs

Something Insane

Morne's eyes widened and his teeth clenched so hard that his gums started to ache, but there was little he could do. The beast, even though it was made of grass, weighed as much as an elephant, and if Morne could only barely hold back its paw with both hands, how could he hope to cast the beast off?

At that moment, Morne's eyes flashed with resolve. There was only one way he could see himself surviving, and he took it without hesitation.

He released the paw, letting it continue its course and shred his armor and chest apart, and grabbed the beast's snapping teeth, one hand on the top half and one hand on the bottom half.

A vein appeared on his forehead as his muscles screamed in pain, his muscular forearms bulging as he held the beast's snout less than an inch away from his throat.